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REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,   D.  D. 

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A  MAR  22  1934  w 

VESPER  BELLS 


AND 


OTHER  VERSES 


BY   THE 

REV.  H.  G.  BATTERSON,  D.D. 


NEW  YORK 

JAMES  POTT    &  CO. 

Fourth  Ave.  and  22D  Street. 

1896. 


Copyright,  1896,  by 
JAMES  POTT  &  COMPANY 


Press  of  J.  J.  Little  &  Co. 
Astor  Place,  New  York 


g*4i*aii0tt  to  tte  Jir0t  (edition. 

1877. 


TO 

MY    MOTHER. 

IF  words  of  mine  one  soul  may  lead 

From  ways  of  sin  and  death,  to  find 
The  place  where  God  that  soul  shall  feed, 

And  to  His  Throne  with  love  shall  bind 
The  weary  heart,  I  ask  no  more. 

What  better  can  I  leave  behind, 
Than  record  of  that  blessed  store 

Of  God's  great  love  for  human-kind  ? 


®econb  (Sbittott. 


TO 
MY    WIFE. 

"FAITHFUL  AND  TRUE." 
"  When  the  warmest  feelings  wither, 
And  the  dearest  hopes  decay  ; 
To  thee — to  thee — thou  knowest, 

Whate'er  my  lot  may  be, 
For  comfort  and  for  happiness, 
My  spirit  turns  to  thee. ' ' 

11  Beloved  best  of  all  on  earth  by  me, 
Like  running  brook  my  love  flows  on  to  thee 
Through  months  and  years,  to  all  eternity. 
My  love  the  brook  ;  thy  love  the  open  sea, 
Absorbing  love  in  love,  yet  giving  love  to  me. 
Thy  heart  of  hearts,  my  heart  doth  rest  upon  ; 
And  heaven   to  earth,  it  bringeth  down  to  me, 
Till  all  my  soul  is  filled  with  sweet  and  radiant  joy, 
And  I  have  naught  to  wish." 


preface* 


The  first  edition  was  entitled  "  Christmas  Carols 
and  other  Verses,"  but  the  carols  form  so  little  portion 
of  the  present  work,  the  old  title  seemed  a  misnomer. 

All  the  verses  and  carols  in  the  first  book  are  con- 
tained in  this. 

H.  G.  B. 


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PACK 

Vesper  Bells I 

Pleasant  Words 3 

Kindly  Words 5 

Ambition 6 

Fame 6 

An  Old  Portrait 7 

Be  Still,  Sad  Heart 9 

Aching  Hearts 11 

Little  Things 13 

The  Blue-Bell 14 

Autumn 14 

Forget-Me-Xot 15 

Domine  Miserere 16 

The  Tears  of  Jesus 19 

"  'Tis  Said  he  Never  Smiled." 24 

The  Disciple  is  not  Above  his  Master  ....  26 

St.  Luke's  Church,  Germantown,  Pennsylvania        .         .  31 

How  Does  the  Rain  Come  ? 34 

The  Answered  Prayer 39 

Eternity 42 

A  Threnody 43 

One  Hundred  Years  Ago 44 

Pennsylvania:  The  Prayer  of  her  Loyal  Sons           .         .  46 

Long,  Long  Ago 48 

Query 50 

The  Moon 51 


VI 


CONTENTS. 


That  Dainty  Finger 

The  Beautiful  Sea  .... 

Daisy's  Cat 

Forty-Nine 

To  Mr.  Richard  E.  Burton 

To  My  Mother 

To  a  Lady  on  her  Sixty-Seventh  Birthday 
To  a  Lady  on  her  Seventy-Ninth  Birthday 

To  T.  IL  F 

To  J.  M.  R.  on  his  Twenty-First  Birthday 

In  Memoriam 

Sympathy  ..... 

Hymns  and  Carols  : 

Advent 

The  Bridegroom  Cometh 

The  Christmas  Bells       .... 

Joyfully,  Joyfully,  Angels  are  Singing 

Carol  

On  the  First  Bright  Christmas  Day 

The  Epiphany 

The  Star  of  Bethlehem 

The  Holy  Child     . 

Good-Friday 

Lent 

Easter 

He  is  Risen  !    He  is  Risen 

An  Easter  Carol 

Bright  Easter  Day 

Ascension 

Whitsuntide 

Come,  Holy  Spirit 

Faith,  Hope,  Charity 

J  Iymn  to  the  Trinity 

S.  Barnabas 


CONTENTS. 


Vll 


Saint  Augustine 

Saint  John  Baptist 

"  Theotokos  "     . 

The  Good  Shepherd 

The  Cross 

The  Cross  of  Jesus 

Light  of  the  World 

Penitence 

Adoration  . 

The  Name  of  Jesus 

Evening  Hymn  . 

Forgiveness 

Hymn  for  a  Mission 

Lenten  Hymn 

Children 

Jerusalem 

Thine  Forever    . 

Except  it  Die 

Adeste  Fideles 


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124 
125 
127 
129 
130 
131 
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134 
135 


Wanderers: 

Dear  Guiding  Presence 143 

J45 


Self-Surrender 

He  Careth  for  Thee 

The  Tapestry  Weavers 


M7 
149 


besper  Belta 


The  rosy  clouds  fade  in  the  west, 

And  pass  away  from  sight, 
While  o'er  the  mountain's  rugged  crest 

(Sweet  harbingers  of  night ! ) 
The  vesper  bells  ring  out  the  praise 
Of  Him  who  crowns  with  love  the  days, 

We  in  His  Name  delight. 

The  storm-clouds  gather,  dark  and  gray, 
As  evening  shades  draw  near  ; 

The  pealing  thunder  far  away 
Falls  trembling  on  the  ear  ; 

Yet  still  the  evening  bells  awake 

The  vesper  call,  our  prayers  to  make 
In  love  and  holy  fear. 

The  drifting  snow  goes  flying  fast 

O'er  cottage  and  o'er  hall ; 
The  storm-tossed  ships  ride  in  the  blast, 

Nor  fear  what  may  befall ; 
While  evening  bells  once  more  we  hear, 
As  bidding  men  no  storm  to  fear 

For  God  is  all  in  all. 


VESPER  BELLS. 

In  cloud  or  sunshine,  joy  or  woe, 

God's  love  is  still  the  same  ; 
His  arm  protects  from  every  foe, 

If,  trusting  in  His  Name, 
At  sound  of  evening  bells  we  haste 
And  bend  the  knee  that  love  to  taste 

In  consecrated  fane. 

'Tis  not  alone  the  music  sweet 

Of  those  dear  bells  we  hear ; 
But  to  those  hearts  attuned  to  meet 

Our  God,  by  faith  so  near, 
They  tell  of  glory  all  our  own, 
When  we  before  the  Great  White  Throne, 

Freed  from  our  bonds,  appear. 


pleasant  tDorbs. 


"Pleasant    words  are  as  an  honeycomb,  sweet  to  the  soul, 
and  health  to  the  bones." — Proverbs  xvi.  24. 


Pleasant  Words  are  full  of  sweetness 
To  the  heart  oppressed  with  care  ; 

Peace  they  bring,  and  bounteous  gladness, 
Light  and  love  the  garb  they  wear. 

Treasured  more  by  far  than  rubies, 
Yet,  alas  !  how  sadly  rare  ! 

Pleasant  Words  come  to  the  weary 
Like  a  sweet  and  dreamless  sleep  ; 

Strength,  and  life,  and  health  bestowing, 
As  from  fountains  broad  and  deep, 

Welling  up  in  sandy  deserts 

Sparkling  waters  onward  sweep. 

Pleasant  Words  are  words  of  comfort, 

Messengers  of  trust  and  love, 
Laden  well  with  richest  blessings 

From  the  treasure-house  above  ; 
Borne  on  wings  of  hope  and  mercy, 

Gentle  as  the  Holy  Dove. 


PLEASANT  WORDS. 

Pleasant  Words  of  quiet  meekness 
Scatter  doubts  and  banish  fears  ; 

Angry  tongues  may  gather  round  us, 
Crushing  hopes  and  causing  tears  ; 

Words  of  kindness  heal  the  anguish, 
Darkness  flies,  and  light  appears. 

Pleasa?it  Words  of  large  compassion 
Spring  from  tender  hearts  and  true ; 

Strong  with  gladness,  hope  and  courage. 
Ever  old  and  ever  new, 

Leading  souls  with  sorrow  burdened 
Earth's  dark  journey  safely  through. 

Pleasa?it  Words  are  like  the  noonday, 

Cheering  with  a  glad  delight ; 
Falsehood's  breath  may  scorch  and  hurt  us, 

Turning  all  our  day  to  night : 
Friendship's  words  of  trustful  pleading 

Cover  all  our  paths  with  light ! 


KmMB  tDorb0. 


He  is  kind  to  the  unthankful  and  to  the  evil."— S.  Luke  :  vi.  35. 


Do  you  know  there  is  some  one  waiting 

For  that  kindly  word  of  yours  : 
A  heart  that  is  sore,  with  its  aching 

Sad  burden  of  sorrow's  hours  ? 

Do  you  know  a  voice  that  is  crying 

For  love  both  tender  and  true  : 
Of  Faith,  in  a  heart  that  is  dying 

For  a  word  of  love  from  you  ? 

Speak  !     One  word,  to  that  heart  now  breaking, 
That  Brother  of  yours  and  mine  : 

Oh  trust  me  : — new  life  will  be  waking, 
New  light  in  those  eyes  will  shine. 

Wait  not  for  the  morrow  that's  coming, 

To-morrow  will  never  be  ; 
To-day  is  the  time  for  our  doing, 

The  time  for  you  and  for  me. 

Speak  now ;  for  the  day  is  fast  waning, 

And  darkness  will  come  apace  : 
If  a  soul  you  would  now  be  gaining, 

Speak  the  Love  that's  in  your  face. 


KINDLY  WORDS. 

Help,  help  for  a  life  that  is  broken  : 
A  word  that  is  clear  and  true  ; 

The  "kindly  word,"  just  now,  if  spoken, 
A  blessing  will  bring  to  you. 

'Twill  banish  despair  and  its  blindness, 
From  a  faint  and  weary  one ; 

One  word  that  is  full  of  God's  kindness, 
And  a  life-work  you  have  done. 


Ambition. 


A  bubble,  quickly  blown  in  air, 

And  shining  :  Oh  !  so  wondrous  fair  ! 

'Tis  gone  !     And  nothing  left  behind, 
But  disappointment,  and  the  wind ! 


Scant 


'Tis  but  the  writing  of  a  name 

On  air.     The  zephyr  comes,  and  there 
Is  nothing  left  of  this  great  flame 

Of  torture,  but  the  question  :  Where  ? 


^n  ©lb  portrait. 


What  face  is  this,  with  eyes  which  stare 
And  follow  one,  whichever  way 
He  turns,  as  if  it  longed  to  say  : 

"  How  now,  my  man  ;  what  do  you  there  ?  " 
This  painted  shadow  on  the  wall. 

How  grim  it  looks  in  that  strange  dress 
Of  velvet,  frills,  and  costly  lace  : 
A  stern  and  hardened,  sordid  face, 

Here  held  in  still  and  close  duress. 
This  painted  shadow  on  the  wall. 

One  wonders  now,  did  ever  sound 
Of  gentle  words  from  those  lips  come 
And  bid  a  welcome  here,  to  some 

Whose  life  with  his,  was  ever  bound  ? 
This  painted  shadow  on  the  wall  ? 

It  matters  not  what  name  he  bore, 
Nor  what  his  lordly  titles  were  : 
But  one  may  ask  :  What  was  he  there  ? 

What  was  his  life  ?     The  very  core  ? 
This  painted  shadow  on  the  wall. 


7 


AN  OLD  PORTRAIT. 

Turn  now  away.     Those  lips  are  dust, 
The  eyes  are  gone  for  evermore : 
The  dress  has  rotted  which  he  wore, 

And  pride  has  gone,  where  all  pride  must. 
This  painted  shadow  o?i  the  wall. 

One  can  but  wonder  at  the  strife 
Of  men,  to  leave  behind  them  here 
A  name — a  memory — a  fear, 

Something  to  tell  of  their  brief  life, 
If  but  a  shadow  o?i  the  wall. 

Howe'er  men  scheme  ;  howe'er  men  toil, 
Most  are  forgotten  in  the  end : 
This,  this  is  what  it  comes  to,  friend  : 

The  passing  time  does  but  assoil 

This  painted  shadow  on  the  wall. 


Be  ©till  Qab  Cjeart 

"Heaviness  may  endure  for  a  night,  but  joy  cometh  in   the 
morning." 

Be  still  sad  heart ;  heed  not  the  storm 

Of  angry  voices  gathering  loud  ; 
The  day  will  break — both  bright  and  warm — 

Undimmed  by  any  earthly  cloud. 

No  more  shall  foes  around  thee  press, 
With  malice,  hate  and  envious  tongue  ; 

No  more,  sad  heart,  thy  hope  repress, 
While  ruthless  hands  thy  woes  prolong. 

No  more  shalt  thou  the  bitter  cup 

Of  fond  hopes  crushed — of  cruel  jeers — 

With  trembling  and  with  fear  take  up, 
To  drink  with  sorrow's  scalding  tears. 

The  Father's  love  a  balm  will  find 

To  heal  thy  wounds  and  cheer  thy  way; 

Thy  bleeding  heart  His  Hand  will  bind, 
And  all  thy  burden  bear  away. 

Thy  righteousness,  as  sunlight  clear, 
All  men  shall  know  ;  and  they  shall  see 

Thy  justice  as  the  noon  appear  ; 

Wrhile  Christ  thy  light  and  rest  shall  be. 

9 


io  BE  STILL,  SAD  HEART. 

Be  still,  sad  heart ;  the  time  draws  near 
When  tears  shall  dim  thine  eyes  no  more  ; 

When  angel  voices  thou  shalt  hear, 
And  glory  gild  the  distant  shore. 

Be  patient   then ;  thy  heavy  cross 
Will  but  endure  a  single  night ; 

Stand  firm  for  truth,  count  all  else  loss, 
And  joy  shall  come  with  morning  light ! 


3UI)ing  hearts. 


The  heart  knoweth  his  own  bitterness." 


The  world  is  full  of  aching  hearts, 

Each  with  its  own  unrest ; 
And  sin  has  formed  a  poisoned  dart 

For  every  human  breast. 

Some  cry  aloud  beneath  the  load 

Of  overmastering  sin  : 
With  hearts  a-bleeding  from  the  goad 

Which  conscience  presses  in. 

Some  weep  alone  in  bitter  grief, 

Sore  longing  for  the  hour 
When  death  itself  shall  bring  relief 

From  Satan's  awful  power. 

And  oh  !  for  hearts  in  anguish  rent, 

With  slander's  bitter  tongue ; 
Bearing  the  woe  in  secret  sent 

By  which  the  soul  is  wrung : 

Crushed,  bruised,  and  bleeding  by  the  hand 
That  should  defend  and  shield  ; 

Struck  by  the  brother,  who  should  stand 
In  life's  sad  battle-field, — 

ii 


12  ACHING  HEARTS. 

To  turn  aside  th'  envenomed  dart 
Of  envy,  malice,  hate  ; 

And  nobly  bear  a  brother's  part, 
And  share  a  brother's  fate. 

Oh,  pity  show  the  aching  heart ! 

Turn  not  away  in  scorn  ; 
Lest  mercy  from  thy  life  depart, 

Which  should  that  life  adorn. 

'Tis  better  far,  with  love  to  hide 
The  shame,  (if  shame  there  be,) 

Than  with  an  open  mouth  deride, 
And  lose  sweet  Charity  ! 


Cittk  <2tf)tngB. 


Let  me,  I  pray  thee,  drink  a  little  water  from  thy  pitcher." 
— Gen.  xxiv.  17. 

Only  a  little  cold  water, 

But  every  drop  will  tell ; 
The  pitcher  would  soon  be  empty. 

Were  drops  not  in  the  well. 

Only  a  poor  little  penny  ; 

I  had  no  more  to  give ; 
But  as  pennies  make  the  dollars, 

'Twill  help  some  cause  to  live. 

Only  a  few  bits  of  ribbon, 
And  toys  that  were  not  new  ; 

But  they  made  the  sick  child  happy, 
And  made  me  happy,  too. 

Only  some  faded  old  garments — 

I  had  no  more  to  spare  ; 
But  they  helped  to  clothe  the  needy, 

And  they  are  everywhere. 

Only  a  few  words  of  comfort, 

That  nothing  cost  to  say ; 
But  the  poor  old  man  died  happy, 

They  cheered  him  on  the  way. 

J3 


14  LITTLE   THINGS. 

God  loveth  a  cheerful  giver, 

Though  gift  be  poor  and  small ; 

What  doth  he  think  of  his  children, 
Who  never  give  at  all  ? 


0TI)c  Sluc-BclL 


The  Blue-Bell  on  the  Alpine  heights. 

But  echo  is,  of  Alpine  light. 
As  I  passed  by,  it  seemed  to  say : 

To  Heaven  ?     To  God  ?     This  is  the  way  ! 


Autumn, 


A  flush  of  fever  on  the  face 

Of  nature  :  and  it  holds  full  sweep. 
A  sign  of  death  which  comes  a  pace  ? 

Methinks  'tis  but  the  sign  of  sleep. 


ibrget-Jfle-Kot. 


The  Father  gave  all  flowers  a  name, 

And  each  one  had  its  own  ; 
But  soon  a  wee  one  backward  came, 

And,  standing  by  His  Throne, 
With  timid  grace  and  trembling  frame, 

The  modest  blue  eyes  fell ; 
And  then  it  said,  almost  with  shame, 

"  How  it  can  be  I  cannot  tell, 
But  Father  dear,  my  name  !  my  name  ! 

Alas  !     I  have  forgot  !  " 
The  Father  kindly  said, — "  No  blame, 

My  child, — Forget-me-not  I " 


IS 


Dominc  Mvuxtxt 

(A  Paraphrase.) 


I  will  arise  and  to  my  Father  go  ! 

Alas !  And  when  I  throw  me  at  His  Feet, 

What  can  I  say  ?     I  left  my  Father's  House, 

And  gathered  of  the  fruit  my  folly  sowed  ; 

The  taste  was  bitter,  and  I  then  returned. 

I  once  returned,  and  once  I  was  forgiven. 

My  heart  again  rebelled.     Again  returned, 

And  yet  again  I  was  forgiven  all  ! 

The  penitential  vow  upon  my  lips, 

The  kiss  Paternal  warm  upon  my  cheek, 

And  still  about  my  neck  the  Golden  Chain 

With  which  he  pledged  and  bound  me  to  His  love 

Again,  and  yet  again,  I  spurned  the  gift. 

0  God  !  I  dare  not  come  to  plead  with  Thee ! 

1  dare  not  even  lift  my  eyes  to  Heaven, 
Lest  in  the  look  there  be  offence  and  sin. 
I  dare  not  offer  Thee  a  wish  or  vow, 

Lest  in  Thine  awful  Wisdom  Thou  should'st  see 
Sin  in  the  wish,  or  falsehood  in  the  vow. 
If  I  should  say,  "  I  fear  Thee,"  that  is  false  ; 
For  if  I  feared  Thee,  could   I   madly  brave 
The  awful  threatenings  of  Thy  broken  Law 
16 


DO  MINE  MISERERE. 

For  every  empty  bauble  of  the  world  ? 

If  I  should  say,  "  I  love  Thee,"  that,  alas ! 

Is  falsehood  too.     True  love  is  dutiful, 

Patient,  submissive,  fearing  to  offend, 

Obedient,  grateful.     I  am  none  of  these. 

And  if  I  plead  the  penitential  tear ; 

The  firm  resolve  to  "  go  and  sin  no  more  " ; 

Dost  thou  not  know  that  ere  the  false  tear  dries, 

I  do  again  the  very  sin  I  wept ; 

And  even  while  the  vow  is  on  the  lip, 

The  heart  is  with  the  idol  it  renounced  ? 

/  come  to  Thee  ?     There's  something  in  the  thought 

So  strange,  so  fearful ;  something  in  the  way 

So  dark,  I  cannot  even  lift  mine  eyes. 

My  sins  have  taken  such  a  hold  on  me, 

I  cannot  look  into  my  Father's  Face  ! 

— But  I  can  come  to  Thee,  my  Saviour !     God, 
And  yet  my  Brother !     Who  Thyself  hast  trod 
The  very  earth  we  walk  on — Who  hast  shared 
Our  needs  and  felt  our  sorrows ;  been  tempted 
E'en  as  we  are ;  whose  in-earthed  Spirit  here 
Made  proof  of  all  things  in  us,  save  our  sin  ; — 
Aye,  and  that,  too ;  for  it  was  that  which  broke 
By  its  dread  weight  the  Heart  that  knew  no  sin. 
Still,  I  can  come  to  Thee,  my  Saviour,  Friend, 
For  I  have  something  I  can  say  to  Thee. 
I  tell  thee  not  of  duty,  love  or  fear, 
Of  penitence,  or  tears,  or  aught  of  mine ; 
But  something  would  I  whisper  of  Thine  own. 


*7 


1 8  DO  MINE  MISERERE. 

The  tender  pity,  moving  Thee  in  Heaven  ; 

The  love  that  Thou  hast  promised  and  hast  proved 

As  never  love  was  pledged  or  proved  till  then. 

Not  for  Thy  friends,  for  friends  Thou  had'st  not  one  ; 

But  for  Thy  foes,  for  false  ones  such  as  I. 

Oh,  go  then  forme  to  my  Father's  House, 

And  tell  Him — one  who  cannot  come  for  shame, 

For  very  shame  ;  who  has  no  more  to  say  : — 

Has  been  with  Thee  to  plead  Thy  Precious  Blood 

For  Pardon  that  I  dare  not  ask  again. 

Say — for  Thou  know'st  how  bitter  are  the  husks 

On  which  this  false  world  feeds  my  heart — how  I. 

In  secret,  sorrow  for  my  Father's  House, 

But  still  am  torn  and  tempted  from  His  Door. 

Nay,  my  Redeemer  !  say  not  aught  of  me, 

But  only  that  Thou  knowest  me,  and  that 

Thou  lovest,  and  did'st  shed  Thy  Blood  for  me  ; 

Lost  as  I  am,  that  Thou  would'st  have  me  saved  ; 

False  as  I  am,  that  Thou  would'st  make  me  true ; 

Foul  as  I  am,  that  Thou  would'st  have  me  clean  ; 

Weak  as  I  am,  that  Thou  would'st  make  me  strong, 

And  find  me  prayers  when  I  can  pray  no  more. 

Perchance,  for  Thy  dear  sake,  He  will  forbear, 

And  give  me  back  the  love  I  threw  away. 

Perchance,  for  Thee,  His  Arms  will  once  again 

Embrace  His  erring,  wayward,  sinful  child ! 

So  shall  my  soul  at  last  return  in  peace, 

And  find  Redemption  in  Thy  Precious  Blood. 


&he  ©care  of  2esus. 


"  And  when  He  was  come  near,  He  beheld  the  city,  and  wept 
over  it." — S.  Luke  xix.  41. 

The  tears  of  Jesus  !     What  the  secret  woe 
Which  caused  the  Son  of  God  to  weep,  as  erst 
His  eyes  looked  on  the  radiant  beauty  of 
The  City  of  His  love,  all  glorious  with 
Its  glittering  pinnacles  of  light  ? 
Jerusalem  !     The  vision  bright  of  Peace  ; 
The  hill  of  Zion,  from  whence  comes  all  good 
To  man  !     "  Salvation  cometh  of  the  Jews." 

Like  a  fair  bride  in  festal  splendor  robed, 

Her  streets  are  decked  with  garlands  for  the  feast ; 

The  waving  Palms — the  sign  of  victory ; 

The  loud  acclaim,  "  Hosanna  !  "  yet  again 

"  Hosanna  !  "  and  the  surging  crowd  pours  forth 

With  shout  triumphal,  while  "  Hosanna  !  "  still 

Rings  through  the  air  in  welcome  to  a  King  ! 

No  sound  of  brazen  trumpet  racks  the  ear ; 

No  pomp,  no  grandeur  of  an  earthly  pride ; 

But  meek  and  lowly — eyes  bedewed  with  tears, 
The  rightful  Monarch  comes  to  claim  His  own  ! 
The  dark  deep  green  of  Kedron's  sunny  vale  ; 
The  plains  of  Jericho,  in  broad  expanse 

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2  0  THE  TEAKS  OF  JESUS. 

Beyond  the  Mount  of  Olives  lay  ;  and  far, 

Far  in  the  distance,  stood  the  purple  hills 

Of  Moab,  whence  the  blessing  came  from  one 

Who  would  have  cursed,  but  God  withheld  the  voice, 

And  thrice  into  a  blessing  turned  his  words. 

The  city,  basking  in  the  glory  of 
That  Eastern  sky,  uplifted  proud  and  high 
Its  stately  palaces  and  gleaming  walls, 
As  if  in  welcome  to  the  gath'ring  tribes 
Fast  coming  up  to  keep  within  its  gates 
The  Passover  of  God. 

The  Temple,  with 
Its  more  than  regal  beauty,  stood  alone, 
And  flashed  its  golden  glory  in  the  light 
Which  bathed  its  courts  and  groves  with  sweet  and  soft 
Effulgence.     Oh,  how  bright  the  scene  that  lay 
Before  those  tear-dimmed  eyes  !     The  busy  hum 
Of  preparation  for  the  feast  went  on, 
And  cloudy  pillars  of  dark  smoke  rose  up 
To  tell  of  burning  sacrifice  for  sin. 
The  hosts  of  fair  Judea's  land  had  come 
(As  was  their  custom  year  by  year)  to  pay 
Their  vows  to  Israel's  God. 

And  Jesus  wept ! 
Where  lay  the  secret  of  the  tears  which  stained 
The  Face  of  Him,  Whose  overflowing  Heart 
Yearned  with  a  mighty  love,  and  such  deep,  full, 
And  sweet  compassion  for  the  chosen  ones 
Of  God  ? 


THE  TEARS  OF  JESUS.  21 

Their  "  Day  of  Visitation  "  came, 
And  yet  they  knew  it  not.     Their  tithes  of  mint 
And  anise,  and  sweet  herbs  of  lesser  kind, 
They  paid  with  strictness,  but  neglected  all 
The  weightier  matters  of  the  law,  and  left 
The  Sacred  Temple  of  their  God  to  be 
Denied  by  those  who  made  of  righteousness 
A  gain,  until  their  coffers  groaned  with  gold. 
A  den  of  thieves  the  House  of  Prayer  was  made  ; 
And  sin  ran  riot,  while  the  Priests  of  God 
Hushed  the  Prophetic  Voice,  and  hand  joined  hand 
In  all  forbidden  things.     The  loud-voiced  prayers 
Of  Scribe  and  Pharisee  rose  up  to  heaven, 
While  yet  they  mocked  in  pride  th'  Anointed  One 
Who  came  in  such  humility,  to  draw 
Them  back  to  love  and  duty,ere  the  curse 
All  self-imposed,  came  forth  to  scatter  them 
Throughout  the  distant  nations  of  the  earth, 
And  leave  in  ghastly  ruin,  the  one  spot 
To  them  and  to  their  children  all,  most  dear. 

And  Jesus  wept !     'Tis  said  He  never  smiled, 
In  all  the  years  He  wandered  here,  to  bind 
The  hearts  so  broken,  cleanse  the  souls  so  foul, 
And  heal  the  sick,  sad-hearted,  weary  ones 
Who  gladly  sought  His  healing  touch  of  love. 
Rebellious  children  of  the  Most  High  God 
Flaunted  their  foul  corruption  in  the  face 
Of  heaven,  and  made  God's  dwelling  place  a  den 
Of  robbers ! 


22  THE  TEARS  OF  JESUS. 

It  was  this  that  made  Him  weep 
Those  tears  of  love  and  pity,  as  He  went 
To  plead  yet  once  again,  with  those  He  came 
To  save,  ere  times  should  come  (now  drawing  near,) 
Which  brought  its  scourge  of  desolation. 

Once 
Again  He  cried,  "  Jerusalem  !     O  thou 
"  Who  stoned  and  killed  the  Prophets  in  thy  rage, 
"  I  would  have  gathered  thee  as  doth  the  hen 
"  Her  tender  brood,  and  made  thee  all  My  Own. 
"  Ye  would  not  hear  My  Voice,  and  now  behold 
"  The  curse  of  desolation  on  thee  rests  ! 
"  All,  all  this  goodly  pile  shall  be  thrown  down, 
"  Nor  stone  shall  be  upon  another  left ! 
"  The  flower  of  thine  offspring  shall  go  forth 
"  With  by-word,  and  with  hissing,  and  with  curse  ! " 

He  wept  because  He  saw  that  ruin  lay 
In  wait,  until  the  time  should  come  wherein 
All  prophecy  should  be  fulfilled,  and  tears 
Would  take  the  place  of  laughing  pride  and  joy 
With  which  the  city  rang  in  careless  glee. 
And  not  for  these  alone.     He  saw  beyond, 
Far  down  the  track  of  time,  how  gathering  sin 
Of  generations  then  unborn,  would  swell 
The  mighty  torrent  of  the  world's  full  crime. 
And  wash  the  earth  with  blood  ! 

He  wept ! 
He  wept  for  sins  which  then  were  all  unknown ; 
The  woeful  sins  whose  rushing  flood  poured  in 


THE  TEARS  OF  JESUS.  23 

Upon  His  Heart,  until  it  burst  for  grief 

On  that  dread  Cross,  whereon  His  outstretched  Arms 

Would  fain  have  blessed  the  world,  as  from  a  throne  ! 

He  wept  for  us  !     And  shall  our  eyes  be  dry 

While  yet  the  faithful  voice  within  us,  calls 

To  our  remembrance  all  the  slighted  love 

Of  that  great  Heart,  Who  poured  in  streams  of  blood 

A  ransom  for  our  souls  ? 

O  Earth  !     Earth  !     Earth  ! 
Why  go  ye  whirling  on  in  mad  carouse  ! 
The  Mighty  Hand,  the  bleeding  Form  upon 
The    dripping    Cross — High    Watch-Tower    of     the 

World  !— 
But  waits  that  from  this  murky  vale  of  death 
One  sign  of  penitential  grief  may  come 
To  ask  the  life  which  He  alone  can  give. 
O  Earth !  turn  from  thy  revel  dark  and  wild, 
While  yet  the  day  of  grace  is  found  ! 

Thy  tears 
Shall  win  from  Him  who  shed  His  tears  for  thee, 
A  Benediction  of  Eternal  Peace  ! 


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'€&  Sato  $c  Ncoer  Smilcb." 


"The  Tears  of  Jesus,"   by  Rev.  Dr.  Batterson. 


Sweet  Mary — mother,  pure  and  bless'd  !  did  not 
"  Thy  Holy  Son  catch  one  bright  human  smile 
From  thy  dear  lips  ?     Did  not  thy  tender  eyes 
And  brow  "  as  fair  as  wheat "  call  forth  the  smiles 
Of  filial  love  to  linger  on  the  Man  of  Sorrow's  lips  ? 

The  Son  of  Man  was  like  to  us,  save  sin. 
Joy,  love,  and  kindness  smile ;  the  blessed  seal 
Of  peace,  bears  the  charmed  impress  of  a  smile  : 
Jehovah  smiles  in  sunshine,  wave  and  flower, 
And  in  the  eye-like  depths  of  azure  sky. 
Surely  "  God  with  us  "  such  tokens  gave, 
When  people  "  wondered  at  His  gracious  words," 
When  His  sweet  tones  of  power  raised  up  the  sick, 
When  "  Maid,  arise  !  "  He  said,  and  health's  warm  glow 
Chased  Death's  gray  shadow  from  her  pale  cold  cheek. 
When  the  weeping  widow-mother,  received 
Her  only  son   alive,  from  off  the  bier, 
A  calm,  grave,  holy  smile  assur'dly  set 
In  Godhead  glory  on  His  lip  and  brow. 
Within  the  quiet  home  at  Bethany 
A  friend's  kind  smile  of  gentle  sympathy 
His  holy  visage  must  have  touched  with  grace. 
"  Suffer  the  little  ones  to  come,"  He  said. 
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"'TIS  SAID  HE  NEVER  SMILED."  25 

Could  Hands  of  blessing  press  those  fair  young  heads 
Without  a  smile  upon  His  loving  face  ? 
Ev'n  human  love  in  the  foul  grasp  of  shame 
And  pain  and  death,  will  smile  on  one's  beloved. 
The  cruel  cross,  the  Father's  hidden  face 
Sin-burden  on  a  world,  which  caused  His  cry, 
The  mighty  throes  of  all  our  human  death, 
Could  not  quench  the  smile  of  the  words  of  love — 
"  Behold  Thy  mother  !  "— "  Woman,  behold  thy  son." 

M.  G. 

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"  The  Tears  of  Jesus,"  and  as  one  would  not  have  them  lost,  they 
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M  Called  to  be  Saints  !  " 

This  call  to  all  men  comes  ! 
And  will  the  soul  refuse  what  it  must  bear, 
To  win  that  name  which  God  alone  can  give  ? 

It  came  to  me  when  heart  and  mind  were  sore 
And  whelmed  with  pain  and  grief. 

I  closed  my  ears 
And  would  not  hear  the  gentle  call,  nor  give 
Response,  because  my  work  in  life  was  wrecked. 

Rude  hands  had  torn  away  the  structure  I 
Had  made;  and  stripped  me  of  all  peace,  all  joy, 
And  in  the  ashes  of  my  buried  hopes 
I  sat  to  wear  away  my  life  in  tears, 
With  bitter  thoughts  of  bitter  things  that  come 
From  man  to  man,  and  sweep  away  all  faith 
In  saints  or  sinners,  or  in  any  thing. 
And  while  I  wept,  the  voice  of  that  sweet  prayer — 
"  From  lack  of  charity,  from  envy,  hate 
And  malice,  O  good  Lord  deliver  us," 
Fell  on  my  heart  with  tender,  kind  rebuke. 

Oh  how  my  heart  did  ache,  to  think  of  all 
The  misery  that  this  fair  world  can  hold. 

The  cursed  voice  of  hateful  slander  came: 

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THE  DISCIPLE  IS  NOT  ABOVE  HIS  MASTER.    27 

And  writhing  with  the  pain,  my  heart  grew  faint. 

The  keen  and  piercing  shaft  of  envy  cut 
Asunder  life-long  dreams,  and  hopes  so  fair  ; 
While  hatred,  steeped  in  malice  foul,  kept  watch 
About  the  way,  with  hot  desire  that  one 
Misstep  might  come,  and  so  fair  fame  be  made 
As  black  as  hellish  power  can  make  a  name. 

Around  the  pathway,  seeming  friends  (but  false 
At  heart,  and  filled  with  treacherous  blood),  would 

fawn 
And  cringe  and  flatter ;  waiting  only  for 
The  hour  some  willing  ear  would  open  wide 
Its  secret  chambers,  to  receive  a  lie ! 

The  weary  round,  from  morning's  golden  flush 
Of  light,  day  after  day  pursued  in  search 
Of  troubled  and  sad-hearted  ones ;  whose  lives 
A  ray  of  brightness  and  of  joy  might  gain, 
Before  the  night  of  gloom  should  bring  the  end, 
Found  no  reward,  because  unbridled  tongues 
And  angry  voices  loud,  turned  all  the  joy 
Of  serving  hopeless  hearts,  to  bitterness  ; 
While  jealous,  wrangling  strife  sought  out  each  day 
How  best  to  sting  the  heart  and  wound  the  soul. 

From  this  my  heart  rebelled.     I  cried  aloud 
Against  the  cruel,  cruel  wrong,  which  came 
From  those  best  loved.     From  those  to  whom  my  heart 
Gave  strong  assurance  of  a  faith  in  them 
Which  time  should  ne'er  disturb. 

From  those  with  whom 
I  walked  unto  the  House  of  God  as  friends, 


28     THE  DISCIPLE  IS  NOT  ABOVE  HIS  MASTER. 

And  sat  at  meat  with  confidence  that  all 
My  love  was  but  an  echo  of  their  own. 

Yet,  all  along  these  hearts  and  tongues  were  fain 
To  compass  sore  destruction. 

One  there  was 
Among  this  crowd  of  recreant  fellow-men  ; 
The  one  among  them  all,  to  whom  I  gave 
My  love  and  trust  with  open  heart.     Yet  he 
Was  chief  among  the  throng  of  heartless  ones 
Who  broke  their  plighted  word,  and  sapped  anon 
The  faith  of  those  who  owed  me  most. 

I  cried 
In  very  anguish,  at  the  wrong  and  hate 
Which  so  beset  my  way  ;  but  all  in  vain ; 
Nor  tears,  nor  cries  availed  to  touch  one  soul 
Among  them  all. 

Shrinking  in  agony 
I  fled  to  find  some  place  where  I  might  hide 
Away  from  sight  and  sound  of  such  most  foul 
And  shameful  words. 

"  Called  to  be  Saints  I "     Again 
I  heard  that  voice.     It  spoke  to  me  and  said  : 

"Be  still,  oh  weary  child,  and  in  thy  woe 
"  See  but  the  Hand  of  an  all-pitying  God, 
"  Who  sends  this  Cross,  to  test  thy  faith  and  love. 

"  Take  up  thy  Cross,  though  heavy  it  may  be, 
"  And  wear  it  bravely  for  the  sake  of  Him 
"Who  bore  His  Cross  amid  the  scoffs  and  jeers 
"  Of  those  for  whom  He  came  in  love  to  die. 

"  Above  the  Master,  none  can  ever  be. 


THE  DISCIPLE  IS  NOT  ABOVE  HIS  MASTER.     29 

"  He  had  a  Judas  always  at  His  side ; 

"  Who  with  Him  sat  at  meat  from  day  to  day. 

"  Think  not  to  make  escape  ;  one  cannot  win 
"  The  commendation  there,  of  His  '  Well  done.' 
"  By  throwing  off  the  burden  He  has  given ; 
"  And  if,  with  Him  to  suffer,  bring  a  crown 
"  Of  fadeless  splendor  when  the  work  is  done  ; 
"  Be  strong,  and  take  no  heed  of  all  the  pain 
"  Which  comes  from  hateful  wrath  of  man. 
"  Look  through  the  storm  ;  on  through  the  blinding 

tears, 
"  And  see  the  nail-pierced  hands  outstretched  for  thee, 
"  To  heal  the  hurt,  and  give  thee  rest  and  peace. 

"  God  will  avenge  the  wrong  :  'Vengeance  is  Mine  ' 
"  He  truly  saith  ;  so,  take  Him  at  His  word, 
"  And  go  thy  way,  rejoicing  that  He  calls 
"  Thee  to  His  Arms,  e'en  though  the  journey  thence 
"  Be  through  the  vale  of  bitterness  and  tears." 

"  Called  to  be  Saints  /" 

Let  this  thy  watchword  be 
"  As  true  Disciple  of  the  dying  Lord, 
"  And  He,  the  King  of  every  saintly  soul, 
"  Will  take  thy  burden,  when  the  goal  is  won, 
"  And  give  a  Crown  of  everlasting  joy." 

Another  voice  there  was,  which  gently  said : 
"  The  Saints  are  those  who  can  forgive,  nor  once, 
"  Nor  twice,  nor  thrice  ;  but  seven  and  seventy  times, 
"  And  with  forgiveness  pray,  that  God  would  grant 


30    THE  DISCIPLE  IS  NOT  ABOVE  HIS  MASTER. 

"  Repentance  and  a  better  mind  to  those 
"  Who  do  the  wrong." 

My  soul  responsive  cried 
At  last.    My  sins,  my  sins,  O  God  forgive, 
And  grant  me  grace  to  say  :   Each  wrong  I  will 
Forgive,  although  unasked ;  for  I  would  be 
Forgiven,  as  I  do  forgive. 

Sweet  peace 
Suffused  my  soul,  for  I  the  voice  had  heard  : 
"  The  servant  is  not  higher  than  his  Lord  ; 
"  And  those  who  would  the  highest  place  attain, 
"  Must  first  begin  to  take  the  lowest  room." 

"Called  to  be  Saints!" 

O  trembling  souls,  be  sure 
The  saintly  crown  can  only  come  from  out 
The  cloud  and  shade  of  true  humility, 
And  that  of  times,  is  born  of  pain  and  grief. 


St.  Cuke's  Church,  (Bcrmantoum, 
Pcunsijhmma. 


Lines  Suggested  by  the  Sermon  Preached  by  the  Rt. 
Rev.  Wm.  Bacon  Stevens,  D.D.,  LL.D.,  on  the  Day 
of  Consecration. 

June  8th,  1876. 

"  This  is  none  other  but  the    House  of  God,  and  this  is  the 
Gate  of  Heaven." — Genesis  xxviii.  17. 


The  very  House  of  God  !     It  was  one  stone 
Rough  and  unhewn  ;  but  House  of  God  it  was, 
And  there  God  blessed  the  builder.     And  as  tenth 
Of  all  his  increase  came  from  year  to  year, 
He  laid  it  down  in  menvry  of  the  vow- 
There  made.     So  God  did  bless  him  more  and  more, 
And  made  for  him  a  name  which  standeth  yet 
Memorial  of  the  deed  at  Bethel  done, 
Wherein  he  consecrated  self  to  God, 
And  tithe  perpetual  vowed,  of  all  that  He 
Should  give  in  years  to  come,  to  him  and  his. 
A  thousand  miles  the  river  Nile  flows  on, 
Unfed  by  any  stream  from  other  source 
Than  its  own  head.     Then,  spreading  out  its  arms 
In  loving  bounty,  covers  all  the  land 
With  fatness,  while  it  feeds  with  gen'rous  hand 

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32  ST-  LUKE'S  CHURCH. 

The  swarthy  dweller  on  its  swelling  banks, 
As  moving  onward  to  the  briny  sea. 

A  thousand  years,  and  Jacob's  faithful  sons 

Together  banded,  waiting  for  the  time 

In  which  should  come  the  promised  Shiloh.     Then, 

When  He,  in  majesty  and  agony 

Was  lifted  up  to  draw  the  nations  out 

From  sin,  and  death,  and  darkness  to  Himself, 

The  types  and  shadows  of  His  glory  passed  ; 

And,  pouring  forth  in  bright  effulgent  streams, 

Rich  blessings  flowed  from  out  the  holy  hill 

And  covered  all  the  earth. 

'Twas  but  one  stone, 
And  yet,  in  very  truth,  it  was  Beth-El. 
So  this  bright  Fane,  in  its  proportions  fair ; 
Its  carved  and  goodly  stones  ;  its  Nave  and  Aisle ; 
Its  gleaming  Altar  in  the  eastern  wall, 
Is  Bethel  too. 

The  painted  windows  tell 
The  wondrous  story  of  His  earthly  life, 
Who  came  to  scatter  blessings  far  and  wide 
So  long  pent  up  in  Israel's  land  alone. 
Here  to  the  generations  yet  unborn 
Will  stand  this  bless'd  memorial  of  the  faith 
Of  those  who,  in  a  faithless  age,  dared  build 
In  thankful  homage,  and  in  love  to  God, 
A  house  where  He  His  Name  in  glory  writes; 
And  where — as  once  in  Jacob's  time — He  stoops 
To  bless  the  uplifted,  consecrated  stone. 


ST.  LUKE'S  CHURCH.  33 

"  Not  yours,  but  God's."     'Tis  consecrated  now, 

And  from  this  day  let  none  profane  its  walls, 

Or  claim  by  right  a  privilege  beyond 

That  one  which  all  men  have  : — of  kneeling  here 

In  penitence  and  prayer,  and  so  to  gain 

The  benediction  of  God's  bounteous  love ! 

O  God  !  the  God  of  Bethel !  come  and  bless 
Each  faithful  soul,  who  from  his  penury, 
Or  from  his  wealth,  has  made  a  gift  of  love 
Wherewith  to  build  this  goodly  house  to  Thee, 
And  so  record  his  faith,  and  by  these  stones 
To  tell  in  future  days  his  trust  in  God. 

From  desecration  keep  these  holy  walls, 
And  bid  Thy  guardian  angels  stand  within, — 
As  erst  of  old,  above  the  Mercy  Seat, 
With  "  wing-veiled  face,"  they  stood  at  Thy  command. 
Bless  each  and  every  soul  who  here  is  brought 
With  faith  and  love,  and  offered  up  to  Thee. 
Bless  old  and  young  : — the  gray-haired  and  the  child  ; 
Bring  all  within  the  circle  of  Thy  love, 
And  bow  each  heart  obedient  to  Thy  will. 
Grant,  when  their  earthly  labors  all  are  passed, 
These  "  gathered  in  "  before  the  Great  White  Throne, 
"  Well  done,"  may  hear,  and  entering  then 
The  "  House  not  made  with  hands," — a  Bethel  still, — 
May  see  Thee — God  of  Glory — face  to  face  ! 


Cjiuu  Docs  tl)c  ttain  Come? 


A  father  sat  down  with  his  child,  one  day, 
As  the  rain  in  torrents  was  pouring ; 
The  child,  for  the  moment,  forgot  his  play, 
The  father,  his  sorrow  and  mourning. 

The  father  thought  of  the  land  far  away — 
Bright  home  of  his  love  and  his  treasure  : — 
The  child  only  thought  of  the  sparkling  spray, 
Bright  drops  without  number,  or  measure. 

The  child  with  queries  soon  began, 
And  this  the  way  the  questions  ran  : — 

CHILD. 

How  does  the  rain  come  ?  tell  me  now; 
How  does  the  rain  come  ?  father — how  ? 

FATHER. 

How  many  a  time, 

In  ages  gone, 
In  prose  and  rhyme, 

In  speech  and  song, 
D'ye  think,  my  child, 

That  question  queer 
Has  hours  beguiled 

Of  sage  and  seer? 
34 


HOW  DOES  THE  RAIN  COME  ?  35 

CHILD. 
I  cannot  tell, — but — do — you — know 
How  it  can  come,  and  where  does  go  ? 

FATHER. 

There  !  not  so  fast 

My  little  one  ; 
Two  questions  asked 

Ere  I've  begun 
To  frame  my  speech 

How  best  to  say 
What  I  would  teach 

My  child,  alway. 

CHILD. 

Well,  tell  me  then,  how  comes  the  rain  ? — 
And  tell  me,  please,  where't  goes  again. 

FATHER. 

He  sends  it  down 

Upon  the  earth, 
That  He  may  crown 

Each  year's  new  birth 
With  grape  and  corn, 

His  child  to  feed, 
Lest  he,  forlorn, 

Should  die  for  need. 

CHILD. 

But  who  is  He,  my  father  dear  ? 

Is  He  the  one  you  called  "  the  Seer  "  ? 


36  HOW  DOES  THE  RAIN  COME:' 

FATHER. 

Ah  !  no,  my  child, 

The  seer  is  wise, 
But  not  so  wild 

That  from  the  skies 
He'd  hope  to  bring 

The  gentle  rain 
That  makes  earth  sing 

And  laugh  again. 

CHILD. 

Then  who  is  He,  from  whom  the  rain 
Comes  pouring  o'er  the  distant  plain? 

FATHER. 

The  God  of  love, 

Our  Father,  too, 
Whose  home  above, 

In  sky  so  blue, 
We  hope  to  gain 

For  final  rest : — 
He  sends  the  rain 

The  earth  to  bless. 

CHILD. 

Now  tell  me,  father  dear,  I  pray, 
Where  goes  the  rain  ?  you  did  not  say  ! 

FATHER. 

Into  the  earth 

The  rain  will  pass, 


HOW  DOES  THE  RAIN  COME?  37 

And  there  give  birth 

To  sweetest  grass 
That  ever  grew  ; 

With  roses  bright, 
That  give  to  you 

Such  great  delight. 

CHILD. 

How  do  you  know  ?     You  cannot  see 
That  God  so  high  : — how  can  it  be  ? 

FATHER. 

My  child  !  you  see, 

With  your  bright  eye, 
The  grass  and  tree  : 

So  do  not  try 
To  "find  out  God":— 

The  eye  He  made, 
He  made  the  sod, 

And  tender  blade 

Of  corn,  so  fresh  and  green  ;  the  bright, 
Sweet  daisies,  in  the  meadow  wild, 

He  made  : — and  stars  that  shine  by  night, 
Upon  the  head  of  my  dear  child. 

CHILD. 

But  some  have  said, 
(So  I  have  read,) 
"  There  is  no  God," 
"  Why  fear  his  rod  ?  " 


38  HOW  DOES  THE  RAIN  COME  ? 

FATHER. 
Can  you  tell  me  who  made  the  eye  ? 
Can  you  tell  me  who  made  the  ear  ? 
If  so,  to  find  out  God  now  try  : — 
If  not,  then  wait  in  love  and  fear. 


Trust  God,  my  son  ! 

Mind  not  the  "  fools  " 
Who  now  have  won 

In  learned  schools, 
The  wondrous  power 

Of  "  guessing,"  what 
In  the  next  hour 

May  be  forgot. 

When  they  can  tell 

What  "  matter  "  is, 
It  may  be  well 

For  them  to  quiz 
About  the  things 

Beyond  man's  brain, 
And  tell  who  brings 

The  summer  rain  ! 


They  cannot  tell  how  grapes  do  grow, 
Nor  how  the  grass  on  this  fair  sod  : 

If  what  they  see,  they  do  not  know, 

What  wonder,  that  they  "  know  not  God  !  " 


Stye  ^nstuerefc  prager. 


I  stood  where  the  broad-waved  Atlantic  was  rolling 

In  lazy  blue  billows  afar  ; 
And  on  the  gray  beach  a  fair  maiden  was  strolling, 

Her  eyes  shining  bright  as  a  star. 
Her  fair  auburn  tresses  like  gold  in  the  sunlight 

She  flung  to  the  soft  summer  breeze, 
And  watched  by  the  waters  until  the  pale  starlight 

Fell  down  through  the  storm-beaten  trees. 


'o1 


With  a  sigh  she  turned  her  sweet  face  in  the  gloaming, 

And  looked  up  a  prayer  to  the  sky  ; 
No  word   passed   her   lips,  but   she  prayed   for   one 
roaming 

O'er  waters  so  far,  yet  so  nigh. 

Up  rose  the  strong  breakers  in  beauty  now  dancing, 

Each  bright-crested  wave  flying  fast ! 
While  out  in  the  distance,  like   wild  horses  prancing, 

The  billows  by  furies  seemed  lashed. 

Unnoticed  till  now,  a  black  storm-cloud  was  drifting 

Across  the  clear  face  of  the  sky ; 
And  the  maiden  in  fear,  her  eyes  now  uplifting, 

With  a  short  and  tremulous  cry, 
Clasped  her  hands  to  her  breast,  and  suddenly  stoop- 
ing, 

39 


4o  THE  ANSWERED  PR  A  YER. 

In  a  loud  and  piteous  wail 
Shot  quick  o'er  the  surf-crests,  so  madly  now  trooping, 
A  searching  wild  look  of  appeal. 

Then  down  on  her  knees,  where  the  wild  waters  dash- 


As  if  in  assertion  of  might, 
Swept  o'er  the  white  sands,  with  tumult  and  clashing, 

A  beautiful,  terrible  sight. 
She  prayed :  "  Oh,  my  Father,  my   Father,  now   hear- 
ing, 

Turn  not  Thou  away  from  my  plea  ; 
Oh,  save  from  the  storm  of  wild  waters  uprearing, 

And  bring  Thou  my  loved  one  to  me." 


Dark  hung  the  black  cloud  o'er  the  face  of  old  ocean 
Wild  shrieked  the  fierce  winds  of  the  night ; 

Madly  surged  the  dark  waves  in  wildest  commotion— 
The  lightning's  hot  flashes  of  light, 

Far  out  in  the  darkness  a  white  sail  revealing, 
Filled  with  terror  the  kneeling  form. 


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She  moved  not,  she  wept  not,  but  still  her  appealing 

Went  up  to  the  God  of  the  storm  : 
"  Oh,  Father,  my  Father,  list  now  to  my  crying, 

Oh,  Father,  my  Father,  I  pray ; 
Oh,  Father,  my  Father,"  the  maiden  is  crying. 

"  My  Father,"  was  all  she  could  say, 
In  the  tempest  that  now  at  its  height  was  raging 

And  beating  so  madly  the  shore  ; 


THE  ANSWERED  PRAYER.  41 

While  back  from  the  headland  all  blindly  engaging 

Tempest  answered  to  tempest  its  roar. 
Far  out  in  the  darkness  the  lone  sail  was  straining, 

The  lightning's  red  glare  for  a  guide, 
And  on  the  torn  beach,  the  maiden  remaining 

Alone  in  her  fear  and  her  pride. 
Faith  and  love  in  her  heart  so  strongly  abiding, 

She  hears  not  the  pitiless  blast ; 
She  thinks  of  nought  else  save  the  boat  that  is  riding 

O'er  billows  and  breakers  so  fast. 

Now  upward,  now  downward,  the  loved  bark  is  leaping, 

While  onward,  still  onward  it  rides, 
Still  trembling,  the  maiden  her  love-watch  is  keeping, 

And  faith  in  her  God  still  abides. 
"  My  Father,  my  Father,  my  treasure  is  bringing 

In  safety  across  the  wild  sea ; 
Through  danger  and  darkness  the  tempest  is  bringing 

My  darling  with  spirit  so  free." 


Oh,  maiden  !  fair  maiden  !  list  now  to  the  roaring 
Of  winds,  o'er  the  sea  and  o'er  land  ; 

Oh,  where  is  the  voice  that  so  lately  upsoaring 
Brought  strength  from  the  Merciful  Hand  ? 


Thy  prayer  will  be  answered  ;  the  storm  is  now  bring- 
ing 

Thy  lover  across  the  wild  sea ; 
But  never  again  will  his  strong  arms  be  clinging 

As  of  old,  in  love  unto  thee. 


42  THE  ANSWERED  PRAYER. 

One  terrible  wave  of  the  sea  in  its  foaming 

Came  lashing  the  shore  in  its  wrath ; 
One  terrible  crash  of  the  thunder's  loud  groaning 

Came  quick  in  the  red  lightning's  path  ; 
And  the  maiden  lay  dead,  with  the  wild  waves  singing 

The  answer  so  quick  to  her  prayer, 
And  the  lover  lay  dead — new  life  was  beginning 

For  lover  and  maiden  so  fair. 


(Stcrnitn, 


Is  it  far  off  ?     In  ages  yet  to  be  ? 

Come  time,  and  time,  before  we  see 
This  stranger  thing,  to  which  we  bow  ? 

Oh,  man  !  Eternity  is  now  ? 


3i  Styreno&Q. 


Down,  Down,  Down, 

Down  in  thy  depths,  O  Sea  ! 
A  strong,  brave  soul  has  gone  to  his  rest 
The  pitiless  waters  claim  the  best, 
Nor  heed  my  sorrowful  plea. 

Weep,  Weep,  Weep, 

Weep  for  my  dead,  O  Sea  ! 
The  mist  of  thy  tears,  a  winding-sheet, 
Hiding  the  place  where  the  waters  meet, 
To  cover  my  dead,  O  Sea  ! 

Moan,  Moan,  Moan, 

Moan  for  my  dead,  O  Sea ! 
Thy  sparkling  waters  in  beauty  sleep, 
While  I  sit  me  down  and  vigil  keep, 
For  the  love  thou  hast  torn  from  me. 

Wail,  Wail,  Wail, 

Wail  for  my  dead,  O  Sea  ! 
Thy  rolling  waters,  in  sullen  surge, 
Seem  singing  a  sad  and  sorrowful  dirge, 
For  the  lov'd  one  buried  in  thee. 


43 


"(One  fiunkei)  tkass  ^Vqo." 


"In  Congress,  June  14,  1777. — Ordered  :  That  the  flag  of  the 
thirteen  United  States  be  thirteen  stripes,  alternate  red  and  white; 
that  the  union  be  thirteen  stars,  white,  in  a  blue  field." 


One  hundred  years  ago  to-day, 

The  standard  of  our  nation's  birth 
Was  spread,  to  bless  with  freedom's  ray 
The  fairest  part  of  all  the  earth. 
With  lusty  shout 
They  threw  it  out, 
One  hundred  years  ago. 

Fling  out  the  dear  old  flag  to-day  ! 

O'er  land  and  sea  throw  up  the  stars, 
Whose  glory-flash  lit  up  the  way 

Through  which  our  brave  young  sons  of  Mars 
Defiance  flung 
And  vict'ry  wrung, 
One  hundred  years  ago  ! 

The  stripes  in  all  their  beauty  fling ! 

On  ev'ry  hill-top  let  them  wave  ! 
In  ringing  chorus,  we  will  sing 

The  triumphs  of  those  heroes  brave, 
Who  won  their  scars, 
Beneath  those  stars, 
One  hundred  years  ago  ! 
44 


"ONE  HUNDRED   YEARS  AGO."  45 

The  Stars  and  Stripes  in  glory  float ! 
Their  silent  grandeur  tells  the  tale 
Of  purpose  true,  in  those  who  wrote, 
"Our  cause  is  just  and  cannot  fail," 
And  like  a  flood, 
Poured  out  their  blood, 
One  hundred  years  ago  ! 

From  North  and  South,  from  East  and  West, 

Brave,  loyal  hearts  their  beauty  greet ! 
Beneath  yon  folds,  shall  freedom  rest, 
And  brothers  there  in  union  meet, 
The  cause  to  save, 
Of  men  so  brave, 
One  hundred  years  ago  ! 

Philadelphia,  June  14,  1887. 


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Pcnnsgtoania. 

THE  PRAYER  OF  HER  LOYAL  SONS. 


Sung  at  the  opening  exercises,  Pennsylvania  Day,  at  the  Cen- 
tennial Exposition,  September  28,  1876,  by  8000  voices. 


Great  God  !  our  Father,  hear ; 
Lend  now  Thy  gracious  ear ; 

To  Thee  we  pray  : — 
Give  of  Thy  bounteous  grace  ; 
Bless  of  mankind  each  race  ; 
Let  all  Thy  goodness  trace, 

In  life's  dark  way. 

Great  God  !  our  Father,  hear; 
Teach  us  Thy  Name  to  fear, 

In  holy  dread  : 
Make  wars  and  strife  to  cease ; 
Oh  give  perpetual  peace  ; 
So  earth  shall  yield  increase 

Of  "daily  bread." 

Great  God  !  our  Father,  hear  ; 
Guide  all,  both  far  and  near, 
In  our  dear  land  : 

46 


PENNSYLVANIA.  47 

In  union,  strength  to  find  ; 
One,  both  in  heart  and  mind  ; 
O  God  !  Thy  people  bind 
In  love's  strong  band. 

Great  God  !  our  Father,  hear  : 
While  for  our  country  dear 

We  wait  and  pray  : 
Guard  from  invading  foe ; 
Keep  from  intestine  woe  ; 
Some  good,  for  "  token"  show; 

Thy  love  display. 

Great  God  !  our  Father,  hear  ; 
As  suppliants  we  appear 

Before  Thy  Throne : 
Let  not  the  foot  of  pride 
Come  near  us  to  abide ; 
Be  Thou  our  earthly  guide, 

And  lead  us  home. 

Great.  God  !  our  Father,  hear; 
Make  Thou  our  pathway  clear 

With  heavenly  light : 
Bless  Thou  our  beauteous  land, 
While  we  as  brothers  stand, 
In  union  firm  and  grand, 

To  guard  the  right ! 


Cong,  Cong  ^Vga 

Hark  !  'tis  the  ring  of  the  merry  sleigh  bells ! 
Over  the  hills  and  down  through  the  dells, 

With  the  speed  of  the  hind  or  the  bounding  deer, 
Onward  they  go,  with  a  ringing  cheer — 
Where  the  light  falls  whitest. 
Where  the  stars  shine  brightest, 
Where  the  snow  lies  cleanest, 
Where  the  frost  bites  keenest. 

Over  the  hills  and  down  through  the  dells, 

List  to  the  ring  of  the  tinkling  bells  ! 

See  where  the  flash  of  the  glittering  steel 
Follows  the  track  of  the  coursing  heel, 

On  rivers  of  glass,  in  the  dancing  light, 
Where  eyes  of  lovers  are  sparkling  bright ; 
Where  the  ice  grows  strongest, 
Where  the  moon  stays  longest, 
Where  the  hearts  beat  lightest, 
Where  the  eyes  shine  brightest ; 

There  is  the  track  of  the  coursing  heel 

Lit  by  the  flash  of  the  burnished  steel ! 

I  hear  them  again,  as  the  years  go  past, 
Blithesome  and  gay  in  the  winter's  blast ; 

The  clattering  footsteps  come  and  go, 

With  a  swift  light  tread  on  the  glist'ning  snow  ; 
48 


LONG,  LONG  AGO.  49 

Where  the  heart  is  boldest, 

Where  the  love  is  oldest, 

Where  the  faith  is  newest, 

Where  the  trust  is  truest ; 
They  come  again,  in  the  wintry  blast, 
And  sing  of  days — the  days  that  are  past. 

And  the  white  cottage  down  under  the  hill, 
The  light  in  the  window  guiding  still ; 

As  I  turn  me  back  from  the  giddy  whirl, 
To  stop  and  look  for  a  shining  curl ; 
Where  the  throng  is  thickest, 
Where  the  heart  beats  quickest, 
Where  the  love  holds  strongest, 
Where  the  days  seem  longest — 

Ah  !  never  again,  as  guide  to  me, 

Will  flashing  light  in  that  window  be  ! 


©mru. 


Will  you  love  me,  when  I  am  old 

And  shadows  dim  the  sky  ; 
When  hairs  are  gray,  that  now  are  gold, 

And  beauty's  charms  shall  die  ? 

Will  love  hold  strong,  when  health  shall  fail, 

And  laughter  turns  to  tears ; 
When  blushing  face  grows  wan  and  pale 

With  life's  declining  years  ? 

Will  love's  quick  vow,  hold  good  in  days 
When  want,  stands  at  the  door  ? 

Will  tender  words,  and  gentle  lays 
Flow  on,  forevermore  ? 

Will  love's  warm  day,  so  fair  and  bright, 

Be  clear,  till  eventide  ? 
Will  faith  and  hope  light  up  the  night 

Where  storms  of  sorrow  ride  ? 

All  seems  most  fair  and  bright  to-day, 

Above — a  cloudless  sky  : 
But  storms  will  come,  and  clouds  will  stay, 

The  day  itself — will  die  ! 
5° 


QUERY.  51 

Then  love  me,  dear,  when  I  am  old, 

"Till  death  us  both  doth  part," 
And  love  for  you,  shall  ne'er  grow  old, 

Nor  fail  my  trusting  heart. 


Stye  Moon. 


Fair  Sister  of  the  Sun  !     Thy  light 
So  brightly  falls,  it  seems  not  night, 

But  night  it  is,  wherein,  wherein, 
Are  sorrow,  misery — and  sin. 


<£l)at  DDmnttJ  .finger. 


Its  tip,  across  the  eye,  shuts  out  the  world. 

Now,  pointing  on  with  quiv'ring  rage,  to  warn 
Approach  of  yon  poor  fallen  one,  it  shows 

The  length,  the  breadth,  the  height,  the  depth  of 
scorn. 


®l)e  Beautiful  Sea, 


I  love  the  sea,  the  stormy  sea, 

Where  billows  break  and  winds  blow  free ; 

I  love,  I  love  the  boiling  foam, 

When  safe  from  all  its  pranks — at  hofiie  / 

I  love  the  tide,  the  rolling  tide, 
Where  "  big  white  horses  "  madly  ride  ; 
I  love  the  mountain  waves  so  grand, 
When  I  am  safely  on  the  /ana7/ 

I  love,  oh,  how  I  love  the  view 
Which  distance  lends  enchantment  to  ! 
I  love  the  sea — as  said  before, 
But  best — when  standing  on  the  shore  / 


52 


JDmsn's  €at 


Our  little  Daisy  had  a  cat — 

A  playful,  frisky  thing, 
That  used  to  lie  upon  a  mat, 

And  hear  our  Daisy  sing. 

He  was  a  very  funny  cat, 

With  bright  and  sparkling  eyes, 

That  never  saw  a  thieving  rat : — 
Oh  !  he  was  wondrous  wise  ! 

He'd  lie  all  day  in  the  warm  sun, 
And  lick  his  velvet  paws  : 

But  after  mice  he'd  never  run, 
Nor  show  them  his  sharp  claws. 

He  loved  to  ride  with  Daisy's  doll, 
Wrapped  up  in  blankets  thick : — 

It  was  such  fun  for  one  and  all, 
We  called  him  "  quite  a  brick." 

One  day  our  cat  was  very  sick, 

And  ran  away  to  hide  : 
His  little  paws  he  could  not  lick, 

And  so  he — "  up  and  died." 


53 


54  DAISY'S  CAT. 

Dear  Daisy  was  so  very  sad, 
She  cried  her  eyes  quite  red : 

She  felt  so  "  very,  very  bad  " 
"  Because  her  cat  was  dead." 

We  buried  him  with  honours  great, 

And  left  him  in  repose, 
With  one  great  stone  above  his  pate, 

And  on  his  breast,  a  rose. 

But  Daisy  child  was  sick  with  grief, 

No  comfort  could  she  get ; 
'Till  flowers  were  stripped  of  every  leaf, 

To  cover  her  sweet  pet. 

Moral. 

Now  children  all,  mind  what  I  say, 

And  look  well  to  your  cats ; 
For  if  they  nothing  do  but  play, 

They'll  die,  and  leave  to  you — 

The  Rats  ! 


jFortj^tne. 


The  time  it  comes,  the  time  it  goes, 

The  time  flies  fast  away, 
And  like  a  river,  on  it  flows  : — 

I'm  Forty-nine  to-day. 

The  time  it  never  stops  for  me, 

Nor  any  one,  they  say ; 
That  it  has  gone,  'tis  plain  to  see  : — 

I'm  Forty-nine  to-day. 

I  was  a  merry,  blithesome  lad, 

So  full  of  fun  and  play, 
My  elders  sometimes  thought  me  mad  :- 

I'm  Forty-nine  to-day. 

My  youth  to  manhood  grew  so  soon 

I'd  scarcely  left  my  play  ; 
E'er  I  had  passed  to  life's  "high-noon" 

I'm  Forty-nine  to-day. 

Old  Time  has  left  upon  my  head 
His  mark — so  thin  and  gray  ; 

I  wonder  me  where  he  has  fled — 
I'm  Forty-nine  to-day. 


55 


56  FORTY-NINE. 

The  task  that  duty  laid  on  me 

Has  not  been  done  alway  ; 
"  It  might  have  been  " — I  plainly  see  : — 

I'm  Forty-nine  to-day. 

I've  many  friends,  both  good  and  true, 

To  greet  me  on  my  way, 
I'll  treasure  them,  nor  seek  for  new : — 

I'm  Forty-nine  to-day. 

The  world  will  give  me  friends  by  scores, 

If  court  to  it  I  pay  ; 
If  not,  it  wrath  and  hatred  pours  : — 

I'm  Forty-nine  to-day. 

I  thank  the  world  for  what  it  taught 

If  I  would  it  obey, 
Though  'twas  a  lesson  dearly  bought : — 

I'm  Forty-nine  to-day. 

"  Put  not  your  trust  in  child  of  man," 

Is  counsel  good,  I  say, 
"  Trust  none  but  God  " — is  wisdom's  plan 

I'm  Forty-nine  to-day. 

Now,  counting  up  the  mercies  past, 

Far  on  in  life's  highway, 
I  thank  my  God  for  love  so  vast : — 

I'm  Forty-nine  to-day. 

My  own  true  wife  !     To  you  I  bring 

This  simple,  foolish  lay  : 
Your  many  virtues  I  will  sing  : — 

I'm  Forty-nine  to  day. 


£o  ittr.  Uicharb  £.  Burton.* 


How  few  can  understand  ! 

The  poet's  heart 
Responds  with  tender  sympathy,  and  feels 
A  throb  of  kinship  in  those  words,  so  full 
Of  meaning  that  it  cannot  be  expressed. 
The  chattering  crowd  rush  here  and  there,  in  the 
Sweet  days  of  June,  but  see  in  them  no  sign 
Of  that  great  tenderness  which  fills  true  hearts 
To  bursting,  with  the  clear  full  gladness  of 
Those  glorious  hours.     The  jewel  resting  in 
The  bluebell's  heart  is  nothing  more  to  these 
Than  other  water-drop  on  leaf  or  grass 
Or  flower.     These  cannot  see  how  teeming  Earth 
Is  full  of  light  and  love  and  joy. 

The  Sun, 
Whose  first  bright  rays  tips  all  the  hills  with  gold, 
And  turns  to  burnished  silver  all  the  lakes, 
The  rivers  and  the  rippling  rills,  is  naught  but 
"  Oft  returning  day,"  in  which  to  toil  and 
Moil  for  riches  which  they  heap  on  heap, 
And  know  not  who  shall  gather  them. 

*  Author  of  an   exquisite   poem  with   the   title,    "  Dumb   in 
June." 

57 


58  TO  MR.  RICHARD  E.  BURTON. 

The  eye 
Of  a  true  poet  sees  into  the  depths 
Of  all  this  fresh,  new  life  ;  and  he  is  "  dumb  " 
Because  all  language  fails  him  to  tell  out 
The  glad'ning     thoughts  which    fill  his    o'ercharged 

heart. 
And  so  we're  "  dumb  in  June,"  because  we  feel 
The  presence  of  a  Father's  eye,  whose  love 
Brings  back  to  man  in  Resurrection  power 
New  bud,  and  leaf,  and  flower  ;  an  earnest  of 
"  Full  corn  in  ear."  by  which  He  satisfies 
His  hungry  child,  and  fills  his  heart  with  joy. 
O  Poet-heart !  'Tis  well  that  thou  art  "  dumb  !  " 
One  cannot  speak  who  knows  that  God  is  near — 
And  God  is  telling  all  mankind  in  June 
Of  His  great  love  and  gracious  tenderness. 


$0  ittg  JBotljer: 

ON   HER  SEVENTY-SIXTH   BIRTHDAY. 


Ah,  Mother  mine,  how  turns  my  heart  to  thee, 
As  years  speed  onward  to  life's  mournful  end ; 

How  full  with  tears  mine  eyes,  that  now  can  see 
Naught  else  but  failure,  both  of  fame  and  friend. 

The  morning  when  I  turned  my  back  on  thee 
To  face  the  world,  that  seemed  to  me  so  bright ; 

My  purpose  true  ;  my  heart  so  full  of  glee ; 
I  reck'd  not,  went  before  so  dark  a  night. 

How  turned  mine  eyes  for  one  last  look  of  home, 
As  o'er  the  hill  I  sped  me,  fast  away; 

How  little  thought,  with  heart  so  like  a  stone, 
That  thou  wast  turning  back,  for  me  to  pray. 

How  bright  the  glory  of  that  shining  morn  ! 

What  dreams  of  future  conquest  I  had  made  ! 
Ah,  well  for  me  I  knew  not  of  the  storm 

That  soon  would  crush  the  vision  there  displayed. 

59 


60  TO   MY  MOTHER. 

In  happy  days,  how  thickly  trooped  the  friends 
To  greet  me  with  their  smiles  and  words  of  cheer  ! 

How  each  did  watchful,  and  with  care  attend 

To  share  my  joys,  and  quench  all  thought  of  fear  ! 

But  trouble  with  its  chilling  blast  came  on, 
To  sweep  before  it  fortune,  home,  and  fame ; 

And  like  the  morning  dew,  my  friends  were  gone, 
Forgetting  (yes  !   it  may  be  !)  e'en  my  name. 

How  true  it  is, — "  this  life  is  but  a  dream  !" 
At  best,  I  found  it  but  "  an  empty  show;" 

While  struggling  vainly  onward  'gainst  the  stream, 
I  strove  to  hide  with  smiles  my  heartfelt  woe. 

Oh,  friendship  !  false  and  fickle, — yet  how  fair  1 
But  love  there  is  no  sorrow  can  assail : — 

Though  life  may  be  a  long  and  fretting  care, 
A  Mother's  love  will  never,  never  fail. 

Ah,  Mother  dear,  what  love  more  true  than  thine? 

It  knows  no  waning,  falt'ring,  nor  decay; 
In  darkest  hours  it  ever  has  been  mine, 

Beams  on  me  now,  a  bright  and  endless  day  ! 

God  bless  thee,  Mother  mine,  for  thy  strong  love ; 

God  bring  thee  safely  to  His  rest  at  last ; 
God  give  to  thee  the  looked-for  home  above, 

When  earthly  duties,  sorrows,  all  are  passed  ! 


<2fo  a  fab])  on  l)cr  G7tl)  JBirtljoaj), 


My  dear,  kind  friend  !  you  pass  to-day, 
Another  mile-stone,  grim  and  gray, 
That  points  you  o'er  the  world's  highway 
To  God. 

Another  year  of  joys  and  cares, 
In  which  "  our  Father's  "  love  prepares 
Your  soul  for  Him, — and  still  He  spares 

His  rod. 

The  busy  world  is  rushing  on, 

Nor  thinks  nor  cares  for  days  once  gone, 

If  only  wealth  it  heaps,  upon 

A  clod. 

It  heeds  not  age,  it  heeds  not  youth, 
Nor  knows  of  love,  nor  cares  for  truth ; 
It  only  makes  of  gold — forsooth  ! 
A  God. 

A  work-day  world  !  its  anxious  face 
Knows  naught  of  mercy,  nor  of  grace  ; 
But  onward,  in  a  feverish  race 

To  plod. 

61 


62  TO  A  LADY. 

You  know  it  well  !   its  smiles,  its  tears, 
Have  followed  you  these  weary  years. 
And  its  reward  ?     What  now  appears  ? 
A  sod. 

Look  onward  to  that  shining  band, 
Beyond  earth's  false  and  shifting  sand, 
Where  rest  is  found,  in  Holy  Land, 
With  God. 


®a  a  Cab|) 


ON    HER    SEVENTY-NINTH    BIRTHDAY. 


Though  threescore  years  and  ten  are  gain, 

No  cup  of  sorrow  fails ; 
The  loved  ones  go  and  we  remain, 

Nor  love  nor  tear  avails. 

No  pleading  stops  the  flight  of  years, 

Nor  can  we  buy  delay  ; 
Death  heeds  not  sorrow,  laughs  at  fears, 

And  mocks  us  while  we  pray. 

We  cannot  stop  the  ebb  and  flow 

Of  ocean's  rolling  tide  ; 
Nor  will  the  years  that  onward  go 

One  hour,  for  us,  abide. 

The  silver  threads,  now  gathering  fast, 

Tell  of  these  passing  years  ; 
While  we  look  vainly  to  the  past 

Through  hot  and  blinding  tears. 

Look  forward,  upward,  to  the  light 

Where  God  in  mercy  gives 
An  endless  day  for  earth's  dark  night, 

A  love  that  ever  lives. 


63 


64  TO  A  LADY. 

The  past,  with  all  its  fond  regrets, 
Leave  in  the  Father's  Hand  ; 

The  promise  His  ! — He  ne'er  forgets — 
A  brighter,  better  land  ! 


£o  <L  €).  £ 


ON    HIS   TWENTY-FIRST    BIRTHDAY 


Exultant  now  with  hope  fresh  born  of  truth, 
Keep  in  thy  heart  the  brightness  of  thy  youth, 
As  manhood's  day  with  busy  turmoil  teems ; 
While  in  the  distance,  earth's  fair  prize  now  gleams, 
And  with  ambition,  lures  thee  on  to  fame. 
"A  man  of  honor:" — written  with  thy  name, 
Is  best  of  all  the  treasures  earth  can  give : 
The  one,  which  makes  it  worth  the  while  to  live  ! 


©ur  ©lo  13  dating  0ong. 

(refrain.) 
"  Trancadillo,"  "  Trancadillo." 


Come,  sing  me  the  song  which  in  young  days  was  ours, 

That  song  so  bright  and  so  gay ; 
Oh  sing  it  once  more,  in  our  manhood's  ripe  hours, 

Come,  sing  it  with  me  to-day ! 
You  know  how  we  sang  it,  and  loved  it  the  more. 

What  time  we  were  growing  old  : 
Come  !  Let  it  ring  out,  and  its  melody  soar, 

Or  our  hearts  in  love  grow  cold. 
Ah,  the  song  which  was  ours  in  that  younger  day, 

Oh,  voice  it  now  and  again  ! 
The  time  is  now  passing  :  fast  passing  away  ; 

Come  !     Sing  it  once  more  ;  and  then 
We'll  give  it,  old  comrades,  the  true,  steady  swing 

Of  those  gone,  but  happy  hours. 
"  With  moonlight  and  starlight  "  we'll  once  again  sing 

With  the  ringing  tone  and  power 
Of  the  days  that  are  gone  : — the  days  that  are  dead : — 

Oh,  what  and  where  are  they  now  ? 
They  have  left  us  at  last,  with  the  "  silvered-crowned 
head," 

So  sing !     Oh,  sing  with  me  now 
The  song  we  so  loved,  in  the  days  of  yore, 

The  song  so  simple  and  true  : — 
Come  !     Sing  it  just  now  :  Oh  sing  once  more 

That  song  so  simple  and  true. 

65 


arc  I.  itt.  ia. 


ON  HIS  TWENTY-FIRST  BIRTHDAY. 


66 


You,  twenty-one  to-day  ? 

Why,  as  a  boy 

With  top  and  toy 
I  saw  you  last,  at  play. 

But  now,  you  are  a  man ! 
And  you  will  see 
That  men  are  "  free  " 

To  labor, — when  they  can. 

Your  boyhood's  days  are  past. 
And  soon  will  care 
Show  whitened  hair 

To  tell  that  time  flies  fast. 

Oh,  do  your  duty  well ! 
Stand  up  for  right 
With  all  your  might, 

Your  honor,  never  sell. 

Gain  for  yourself  the  name 
Of  "good  and  true," 
And  then  shall  you 

The  greatest  good  attain. 


TO  J.  M.  R.  67 

Remember  well  the  cross 

Upon  your  brow  : 

Keep  true  that  vow 
Else  all  you  love,  is  lost. 

Stand  up  then,  as  a  man, 

And  fight  for  truth  ! 

Farewell  to  youth 
For  life  above,  now  plan. 

Your  body,  keep  all  pure 

From  every  stain, 

If  you  would  gain 
Eternal  life — secure. 

Keep  pure  that  holy  trust 

God  gives  to  you  ; 

Lose  not  from  view 
The  words  :  "  Dust  unto  dust !  " 

So,  God  will  bless  your  life 

And  give  you  rest 

Among  the  blest 
Far  from  the  curse  of  strife. 

God  bless  you  day  by  day, 

And  give  increase 

Of  holy  peace, 
For  this  I  ever  pray. 


3n  ittcmoriam- 


John  Hubbard  Wells,  Jr.     Drowned  in  the  Connecticut  River 
at  Hartford,  June  21st,  1849. 


Shrine  of  a  spirit  far  too  pure  for  earth, 

Still  beautiful ;  though  with  that  parting  breath 

Is  hushed,  forever  hushed,  thy  gentle  mirth, 
And  we  behold  thee  smiling,  though  in  death. 

They  brought  pale  flowers  to  wither  on  thy  breast, 
As  pure  and  frail  as  thou,  thus  early  riven 

And  while  they  moulder  in  thy  place  of  rest, 

We  know  that  thy  pure  soul  shall  bloom  in  heaven. 

Yes,  thou  hast  faded  from  thy  mother's  arms. 

Who  fostered,  nourished,  cherished  thee  in  love  : 
Ah  !  she  hath  watched  with  joy   thy  youthful  charms, 

They  blossomed  here,  but  shall  grow  ripe  above. 

And  thou  hast  twined  around  thy  father's  heart, 
Till  every  fibre  seemed  to  cling  to  thine  : 

Alas  for  him,  that  ye  were  doomed  to  part, 
But  joy  for  thee  in  higher  spheres  to  shine. 

*  This  is   inserted  here  merely  to  preserve   the  author's  first 
attempt  at  versification. 

68 


IN  MEMORIAM. 


69 


We  may  not  catch  the  notes  of  that  sweet  lyre, 
Nor  hear  on  earth  those  pure  angelic  lays  : 

But  we  may  fancy,  with  a  strong  desire, 

That  happy  home,  that  song  of  endless  praise. 

Ah,  thy  dear  cherished  name  is  graven  here, 
Upon  thy  narrow  house — unconscious  clay ; 

We  gaze  upon  it  with  a  flood  of  tears, 

And  dread  the  painful  duties  of  this  day.* 

But  hope  points  upward ;  where  we  yet  may  claim 
Those  we  have  loved  ;  beyond  these  scenes  of  strife 

There  we  may  read  with  faith's  bright  eye,  thy  name, 
Recorded  in  The  Book  of  Life. 

Farewell !  we  yield  thee  to  the  silent  tomb, 
And  dry  our  tears :  for  with  thee  it  is  well ; 

We  know  the  God  of  Love  hath  called  thee  home. 
Till  we  are  summoned : — Brother,  fare  thee  well. 

*  The  day  of  burial. 


Smnjmtl)!}. 


To  a  father  and  mother,  on  the  death  of  an  only  son. 


Tell  me  ye  mourners,  through  your  tears, 
If  your  one  deathless  gem  in  heaven 

Ye  would  bid  back  to  earth's  chill  fears, 
Where  nought  but  strife  and  care  is  given  ? 

'Tis  true  around  each  loving  heart 
That  trusting  soul  had  fondly  wound ; 

Alas,  for  you  so  soon  to  part, 

But  joy  for  him  who  rest  has  found. 

Sad  mother  in  the  morning's  glow 

Will  miss  her  boy's  strong  fond  embrace ; 

The  father's  years  will  slowly  go, 
Till  he  again  shall  see  that  face. 

Look  through  your  tears  and  see  the  Hand 
That  guides  your  dearest  one  to  bliss  : 

His  home  is  now  in  "  Fatherland," 
'Twere  cruel,  bidding  back  to  this. 

This  thought  be  yours,  my  loving  friends  : 
How  best  your  stricken  hearts  prepare 

To  make  for  sin  all  true  amends, 

That  you  may  greet  your  loved  one  there  ! 

7° 


HYMNS  AND  CAROLS. 


^Atoent. 


He  cometh  to  judge  the  earth.' 


The  last  dread  trump  is  sounding ! 

Heaven's  pearly  gates  unfold  : 
The  Judge,  with  might  abounding. 
Ye  nations,  now  behold  ! 
Heaven  is  shaking, 
Earth  is  quaking, 
Death's  grim  record  see  unrolled. 

With  angel-hosts  surrounded ; 

On  glory-clouds  His  Throne  ! 
Hell's  legions  now  confounded, 
Must  yield  the  King  His  own. 
Sinners  moaning, 
Crimes  now  owning, 
Which  before  were  all  unknown  ! 

In  piteous  tones  now  pleading, 

In  terror  and  in  fear ; 
All  other  cries  unheeding 

Save  this  one,  "Saviour,  hear  !" 

73 


74  HYMN  FOR  ADVENT. 

Man  is  sighing, 
Bitter  crying ! — 
See  at  last  the  Judge  appear. 

Let  faithful  souls,  victorious, 

With  joy  and  gladness  sing; 

While  heavenly  hosts  all  glorious, 

On  light  and  joyous  wing, 

With  the  story 

Of  His  glory 

Make  the  starry  arches  ring  1 

With  shouts  of  rapt  devotion 

And  songs  of  holy  joy, 
From  ocean  back  to  ocean, 

Ye  saints,  your  tongues  employ 
Filled  with  gladness, 
Past  all  sadness, 
Peace  He  brings  without  alloy ! 


Stye  Sribcgrocm  Cornet^ 


Behold,  the  Bridegroom  cometh;  go  ye  out  to  meet  Him. 


The  Bridegroom  comes  !     The  Bridegroom  comes  ! 

Go  forth,  go  forth  to  meet  Him  : 
Let  welcome  songs  employ  your  tongues, 

With  gladsome  voices  greet  Him. 

The  Bridegroom  comes  !     The  midnight  cry 

From  slumber  now  awaking  ; 
The  crowning  chorus  of  the  sky 

The  Universe  is  shaking. 

Behold  at  last  the  nuptial  day, 

The  day  that  hath  no  ending  : 
The  Bridegroom's  chariot  on  the  way 

From  Heaven  to  earth  descending. 

Awake  !     Awake  !  hark  to  the  call 

Celestial  joy  unfolding ; 
Before  His  Face  adoring  fall, 

Your  shining  lamps  upholding. 

Your  burning  lamps,  aglow  with  light, 
Well  trimmed,  and  brightly  gleaming, 

Will  shame  the  darkness  of  the  night, 
In  which  His  Form  is  beaming. 

75 


76  THE  BRIDEGROOM  COMETH 

Woe  to  the  souls  in  careless  sleep, 
All  unprepared  to  meet  Him  ; 

With  unavailing  tears  to  weep, 
And  nevermore  to  greet  Him. 

Alas  !     Alas  !     The  slothful  souls 
Awake  to  shame  and  sorrow  ; 

The  midnight  darkness  o'er  them  rolls, 
The  night  that  knows  no  morrow. 


Rejoice  !  rejoice,  ye  watchful  band, 
Triumphant  Hymns  now  swelling  ; 

With  joy  behold  the  promised  land, 
The  Bridegroom's  love  be  telling ! 


<ftf)e  tfljristmcts-fidk 


Ring  on,  ye  joyous  Christmas-Bells  ! 

Ring  on  !  Ring  on  ! 
What  tale  of  love  your  music  tells ! 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 

"The  Christ"  is  born 

For  sinful  men ; 

'Tis  Christmas  mon  , 

Ring  out  again  ! 

Ring  on,  ye  merry  Christmas-Bells  ! 

Ring  on  !  Ring  on  ! 
What  peace  from  out  your  clangor  wells ! 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 

Peace  comes  to  earth, 

"  Good-will  to  men  ;" 

A  priceless  birth, 

Ring  out  again  ! 

Ring  on,  ye  happy  Christmas-Bells  ! 

Ring  on  !  Ring  on  ! 
With  holy  joy  the  clamour  swells  ! 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 

77 


78  THE   CHRISTMAS-BELLS. 

Oh,  happy  day 
For  weary  men ; 
Oh,  royal  day, 
Ring  out  again  ! 

Ring  on,  ye  holy  Christmas-Bells  ! 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 
O'er  hill  and  dale,  through  wildest  dells, 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 

In  triumph  ring, 

For  holy  men 

All  gladness  bring, 

Ring  out  again  ! 

Ring  on,  ye  gladsome  Christmas-Bells  ! 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 
'Tis  "mercy  mild"  the  sound  foretells, 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 

The  "Prince  of  Peace" 

Now  pleads  for  men, 

Nor  will  he  cease, 

Ring  out  again  ! 

Ring  on,  ye  peaceful  Christmas-Bells  ! 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 
Tell  of  the  hope  that  in  us  dwells, 

Ring  on  !     Ring  on  ! 

To  Jesus  now 

All  ranks  of  men 

In  worship  bow, 

Ring  out  again  ! 


logfullg,  logfullg,  Angels  ore 
Singing. 


Joyfully,  joyfully,  angels  are  singing, 

O'er  Bethlehem's  plains  of  light ! 
Wonderful,  wonderful  message  now  bringing, 
To  welcome  the  Christmas  night  ! 

"  Glory  to  GOD  in  the  highest,  all  glory  ! 

Peace  on  the  earth,  and  good-will .•" 
Angels  are  telling  the  marvellous  story, 
Shepherds  are  list'  ning  still. 

Peacefully,  peacefully,  light  is  now  beaming, 

Sages  have  come  from  afar; 
Beautiful,  beautiful,  brightly  now  gleaming, 

Bethlehem's  wonderful  star ! 
"  Glory  to  GOD,"  etc. 

Wistfully,  wistfully,  wise  men  are  seeking 

"  The  Christ"  in  the  "  House  of  Bread  ;•' 
Tenderly,  tenderly,  Mary  is  keeping 
Her  watch  o'er  that  lowly  bed. 
"  Glory  to  GOD,"  etc. 

79 


So  JO  YFULL  Y  ANGELS  ARE  SINGING. 

Lovingly,  lovingly,  kings  now  adore  Him, 

And  offer  their  humble  prayer  ; 
Faithfully,  faithfully  worship  before  Him, 

While  bringing  their  gifts  so  rare  ! 
"  Glory  to  GOD,"  etc. 

Merrily,  merrily,  Church-Bells  are  ringing 
O'er  all  the  wide  world  so  bright ; 

Thankfully,  thankfully,  gifts  we  are  bringing, 
For  this  is  our  Christmas  night ! 
"  Glory  to  GOD,"  etc. 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  o'er  every  nation 

The  "  banner  of  love"  display  ; 
Wonderful,  wonderful  news  of  salvation, 
Our  Saviour  is  born  to-day  ! 

"  Glory  to  GOD  in  the  highest,  all  glory  ! 

Peace  on  the  earth,  and good-will ;" 
Angels  are  telling  the  marvellous  story, 
Shepherds  are  list' 'ning  still. 


€aroL 


Christ  is  born,  the  Prince  of  Peace  ; 

Christ  is  born,  of  Kings  The  King  : 
Swell  the  anthem,  joy  increase ; 

Glorious  news  the  Angels  bring. 

In  that  city  as  foretold, 

Christ  is  born  of  David's  line  : 

Watching  sages  now  behold 
Answer  to  the  starry  sign. 

See  that  star  above  the  stall, 

Where  now  rests  the  Lord  our  King ; 
Low  before  Him  wise  men  fall, 

And  with  joy  the  Angels  sing ; — 

11  Glory  now  to  God  on  high, 

And  on  earth,  good  will  to  men," 

Softly  sing  glad  lullaby, 
Christmas-tide  has  come  again. 

Welcome,  welcome,  angels  bright, 
With  your  gladsome  happy  song  : 

Welcome  to  the  Christmas  night, 
Heavenly,  holy,  shining  throng. 


81 


©n  t\)t  jFirst  Brigljt  ^Ijvistmas 
Dag. 


On  the  first  bright  Christmas-Day, 

In  a  stable,  Jesus  lay, 

While  the  angels  o'er  the  plain 

Sang  the  glad  and  sweet  refrain, — 

"  To  GOD  in  the  highest,  all  glory  ! 
Peace  to  men  of  good-will  upon  earth  /' ' 
Hark  /  hark  to  the  wonderful  story, 
Heard  by  shepherds  the  night  of  His  birth  ! 

Sweetly  sang  the  angels  bright 
On  the  world's  first  Christmas-night ; 
Brightly  shone  the  beauteous  star, 
Leading  sages  from  afar. 

"To  GOD  in  the  highest,"  etc. 

Wise  men,  kings,  in  wonder  bed, 
To  the  lowly  manger-bed, 
Bowed  in  adoration  there, 
Bringing  gifts,  both  rich  and  rare. 

"  To  GOD  in  the  highest;'  etc. 
82 


ON  THE  FIRST  BRIGHT  CHRISTMAS-DA  Y.        83 

Lo  !  their  treasures  they  unfold  ! 
Myrrh,  frankincense,  shining  gold  ! 
Lay  them  down  before  His  Face, 
By  whom  cometh  truth  and  grace. 
«  To  GOD  in  the  highest,"  etc. 

Virgin-born  !     We  worship  Thee  ! 

Low  before  Thee  bend  the  knee. 

Raise  our  thoughts  and  hopes  above 

With  our  Christmas  songs  of  love ! 

"To  GOD  in  the  highest,  all  glory  / 
Peace  to  men  of  good-will  upon  earth  /" 
Hark  !  hark  to  the  wonderful  story, 
Heard  by  shepherds  the  night  of  His  birth  / 


&I)C  <£pipl)mm 


"A  Star  shall  arise  out  of  Jacob.' 


O  marvellous  Star  !  out  of  Jacob  arising, 

Rest  now,  over  Ephratah's  stall ! 
Lo,  under  that  roof,  a  life  is  uprising 
The  kingdoms  of  earth  to  enthral. 
All  men  shall  adore  Him, 
And  worship  before  Him, 
The  God  of  our  life  and  our  all ! 

O  wonderful  Star !  fair  Bethlehem's  glory, 

Shine  out  in  thy  brightness  for  aye  ! 
The  nations  afar  shall  hear  of  thy  story, 
And  Gentiles  in  darkness  astray 
Come  bending  before  Him, 
And  humbly  adore  Him, 
The  Lord  of  the  light  and  the  day  ! 

O  glittering  Star  !  so  steadily  burning, 

Blaze  on,  in  thy  pathway  of  light ! 

The  weary  of  earth  in  gladness  now  turning 

Away  from  the  gloom  of  the  night, 

To  worship  before  Him, 

And  meekly  adore  Him, 

The  King  of  all  glory  and  might ! 

84 


&hc  Star  of  JJctl)lcl)cm. 


We     have  seen    His    Star    in   the  East,  and    have  come   to 
worship  Him." 


Gleaming  Star  !  with  joyous  wonder 
Sages  watched  thy  path  of  light : 

While  the  Shepherds  and  the  Angels 
Saw  the  heavens  with  thee  bedight. 

Star  of  Heaven  !     Star  of  Glory  ! 
Beauteous  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

Star  of  morning  !     Star  of  evening ! 

Star  of  life's  most  dismal  day  : 
Star  of  all  the  stars  the  brightest, 

Star  that  guides  our  devious  way. 

Star  of  Heaven  !     Star  of  Glory  ! 
Beauteous  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

Like  a  golden  scepter  shining, 
Oh  how  full  of  peace  thy  light ! 

Guide  us  thro'  life's  darkest  dangers, 
With  thy  rays  of  hope  so  bright, 

Star  of  Heaven  !     Star  of  Glory  ! 
Beauteous  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

85 


86  THE  STAR  OF  BETHLEHEM. 

Star  of  lambent  beauty,  guiding 

Onward  to  the  manger-bed  : 
Touch  our  souls  with  adoration. 

In  the  Christ-Child's  "  House  of  Bread." 

Star  of  Heaven  !     Star  of  Glory ! 
Beauteous  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

Fairest  Star  of  all  the  ages  ! 

Star  of  Love,  now  lead  us  on  : 
With  the  Shepherds  and  the  Wise  Men, 

Jesu's  face  to  gaze  upon. 

Star  of  Heaven  !     Star  of  Glory ! 
Beauteous  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 


&l)e  $ole  Cl)ilb. 


Sing  we  now  the  praises 

Of  the  Holy  child  ; 
Jesu,  Son  of  Mary 

Ne'er  by  sin  defiled. 

In  a  cheerless  stable, 

In  a  crib,  a  King  ! 
Unclean  beasts  before  Him, 

White-winged  angels  sing. 

Mary,  Blessed  Mother, 

Foldeth  in  her  arms 
Christ,  the  world's  Redeemer, 

Safe  from  world's  alarms. 

Standing  round  about  Him, 
Wond'ring  people  saw 

Blood  in  red  drops  flowing 
To  fulfil  the  law. 

Once  amid  the  Doctors 
Stood  the  spotless  youth, 

And  with  wise  disputing 
Teaching  them  the  truth. 


«7 


&8  HYMN   OF   THE   HOLY  CHILD. 

At  the  Feast  in  Cana 
Water  turned  to  wine, 

By  the  royal  mandate 
Of  His  power  Divine. 

At  the  city's  gateway 
Stood  the  Holy  One, 

Nain's  sad  widow  cheering, 
Bidding  back  her  son. 

Deaf  and  blind  awaiting, 
Cry  with  strong  appeal ; 

Eye  and  ear  He  toucheth, 
And  that  touch  doth  heal. 

Walking  on  the  water, 
He  who  rules  the  waves, 

Bids  the  zealous  Peter 
Come  to  Him  who  saves. 

Lo  !  upon  the  mountain 
Hungry  thousands  meet ; 

He  the  scant  food  blesseth, 
Giving  all  to  eat. 

Little  children  touching 
With  a  fond  caress ; 

In  His  arms  He  holds  them, 
And  doth  each  one  bless. 


HYMN  OF  THE  HOLY  CHILD.  89 

Jesu  !  Jesu  !  Saviour  ! 

Children  waiting  here 
Seek  Thy  love  and  blessing 

With  Thy  holy  fear. 

Keep  us,  Lord  and  Master, 

Free  from  sin  and  strife  ; 
On  us  love  bestowing, 

Jesu  !  Lord  of  Life  1 


(Socb-ifribaij. 


Lord,  remember  me  when  Thou  comest  into  Thy  Kingdom. 


0  Jesu  Lord  !  now  crucified, 
With  arms  of  love  extended  wide, 

1  pray  Thee,  by  Thy  wounded  side, 

O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

O  Jesu  Lord  !  in  hope  and  fear, 
To  Thy  dread  cross  I  now  draw  near, 
And  plead  Thy  love  to  man  so  dear  ;— 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

O  Jesu  Lord  !  with  deep  amaze 
As  on  Thy  woeful  grief  I  gaze, 
My  earnest  cry  to  Thee  I  raise ; — 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

0  Jesu  Lord  !  Thy  bitter  woe 

1  ne'er  can  feel,  nor  ever  know ; 

Yet  from  Thy  cross  one  word  bestow  ;- 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 
90 


GOOD-FRIDA  Y. 

O  Jesu  Lord  !  to  Thee  I  call, 
And  weeping,  at  Thy  feet  I  fall : 
My  God,  my  hope,  my  all  in  all  j — 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

O  Jesu  Lord  !  so  full  of  grace, 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  loving  Face ; 
Me, — in  Thy  kingdom  grant  a  place ; — 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

O  Jesu  Lord  !  teach  me  Thy  will, 
Help  me  all  duty  to  fulfil ; 
Teach  me  to  know  Thee,  and  be  still: — 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

O  Jesu  Lord  !  be  Thou  my  peace ; 
Give  of  Thy  love  the  full  increase, 
And  from  my  sins  grant  Thou  release ; — 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

O  Jesu  Lord  !  in  my  last  hour, 
When  clouds  and  darkness  round  me  lour, 
Come  with  Thy  mercy,  love,  and  power ! — 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

O  Jesu  Lord  !  great  King  of  kings  ! 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings 
My  weary  heart  its  burden  brings ; — 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 


[)i 


Cent. 


"  If  we  confess  our  sins,  He  is  faithful  and  just  to  forgive  us  our 
sins." 


Saviour,  now  before  Thee  bending, 
While  our  prayers  and  tears  are  blending, 
Hear  our  cries  to  heaven  ascending  : 

Now  adoring, 

Now  imploring, 

O  deliver  us,  Good  Lord  ! 

By  Thy  Cross  we  kneel,  bemoaning, 
All  our  sins  before  Thee  owning, 
And  we  plead  Thy  Blood  atoning, 
In  confession 
For  transgression : 
O  deliver  us,  Good  Lord  ! 

See  us  in  our  sad  condition, 
Bowed  in  deep  and  true  contrition ; 
Hear  our  pleading,  strong  petition, 

One  Foundation, 

One  Salvation, 

O  deliver  us,  Good  Lord  ! 
92 


LITANY.  93 

Satan's  toils  long  years  have  bound  us ; 
But  Thy  Mercy  now  has  found  us, 
Let  Thy  Grace,  O  Lord,  surround  us, 

Sin  confounding, 

Love  abounding, 

O  deliver  us,  Good  Lorl,  ' 

Lord,  we  plead  "Thy  Cross  and  Passion,' 
Boundless  love,  and  deep  compassion. 
Godhead,  clothed  in  human  fashion, 

On  high  reigning, 

All  sustaining, 

O  deliver  us,  Good  Lord  I 

"Thine  the  Name  that  brings  salvation;" 
Come  and  rule  o'er  every  nation, 
Claim  by  right  all  adoration ; 

For  our  yearning, 

Love  returning, 

O  deliver  us,  Good  Lord  ! 


faster. 


"  All  her  streets  shall  say,  Alleluia.' 


Alleluia  /  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  / 
Alleluia/  Risen  Lord! 
To  Thee,  O  Christ,  victorious  King  of  kings, 
Our  Easter  songs  of  gladness  now  we  raise ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  the  joyous  strain  upsprings 
To  hail  Thee  Victor  on  this  "  Queen  of  Days  !" 

Alleluia  !  Lord  of  Life  ! 
Death's  brazen  gates,  unbarred  for  evermore, 

Are  radiant  now  with  light  that  comes  from  Thee  ; 
The  darkness  passed — we  see  the  open  door 

Through  which  comes  Life  and  Immortality  1 

Alleluia  !   Victor  King  ! 
Hail !  hail !  Thou  Victor  over  death  and  hell  ! 

All  earthly  triumphs  sink  before  Thine  Own  ; 
All  nations  now  with  joy  and  rapture  tell 

Of  sealed  tomb,  changed  to  a  glorious  Throne  ! 

Alleluia  !  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Oh,  happy  day  !   thrice  welcome  to  our  hearts, 

Long  bound  with  sin  and  shame  before  Thy  cross  : 
Oh,  glorious  day  !   which  to  the  world  imparts 
That  gift,  before  which  all  our  wealth  is  dross ! 
94 


EASTER.  95 

Alleluia!  Evermore / 
Hail !   "  Lion  of  the  tribe  of  Judah  !"  hail ! 

What  gift  is  this  Thy  nail-pierced  hands  do  bring  ? 
Eternal  Life  !  a  life  that  cannot  fail : 

All  glory  to  Thy  Name,  O  mighty  King  ! 


fyc  is  Risen!    C)c  is  ft  teen! 


Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 
Sing  we  to-day  with  glad  delight, 
Life's  triumph  over  death's  dark  night, 
Our  Lord  has  risen  in  His  might, 

Alleuia  ! 

Christ  blessed  the  children  on  His  way, 
The  children  hail  His  Rising-Day, 
And  sing  with  joyful  voice  alway, 

Alleluia! 

The  birds  their  Easter  Carols  sing, 
And  lightly  soar  on  gladsome  wing, 
To  welcome  now  their  Risen  King  ! 

Alleluia  ! 

The  earth  spreads  out  her  mantle  green ; 
The  sky  is  filled  with  glorious  sheen  ; 
The  winter  gone  with  blast  so  keen, 

Alleluia  ! 

With  voices  pure  we  greet  the  ray, 
Of  this  sweet  spring-tide  Holiday, 
And  sing  to  Jesus,  while  we  may, 

Alleluia  ! 


96 


^\n  faster  Carol 


Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 

Alleluia,  sing  to-day ! 

Christ  has  opened  death's  dark  prison, 

Bright  the  tomb  wherein  He  lay  ; 

Sing  with  joy  the  Easter  Anthem, 

He  has  brought  Eternal  Day  ! 

Sing  all  nations,  Alleluia  ! 

Christ  is  victor  o'er  the  grave ; 

Sing  again,  loud  Alleluia  ; 

He  has  passed  through  death's  dark  wave 

Oh  how  glorious  is  the  triumph, 

He  is  mighty  now  to  save. 

Sing  once  more  the  Alleluia  ! 
In  this  happy  Easter-tide ; 
Loudly  sing  an  Alleluia, 
Now  is  healed  the  Wounded  Side  : 
Christ  of  death  the  First  Begotten, 
Is  our  Brother,  Friend  and  Guide. 

Sing  ye  Christians,  Alleluia  ! 
Darkness  from  the  grave  has  fled; 
Sing  the  joyous  Alleluia  ! 
Christ  is  now  our  Lord  and  Head : 
Lift  your  song  with  gladsome  voices, 
He  is  risen  from  the  dead ! 


97 


firigljt  faster  Dim 


98 


Bright  Easter  Day  !  Dear  Easter  Day  ! 

Day  on  which  our  Lord  arose  : 
Chase  all  the  clouds  of  doubt  away, 

Christ  has  triumphed  o'er  our  foes. 
Jesu  Christe,  Alleluia  ! 

Bright  Easter  Day  !  Dear  Easter  Day  ! 

Day  of  days  the  very  best  : 
Lift  up  thine  eyes  poor  soul  to-day, 

Christ  has  conquered — thou  shalt  rest. 
Jesu  Christe,  Alleluia  ! 

Bright  Easter  Day  !  Dear  Easter  Day  ! 

Songs  of  joy  to-day  we  raise, 
Glad  songs  to  cheer  our  onward  way, 

Songs  of  love,  and  songs  of  praise. 
Jesu  Christe,  Alleluia  ! 

Bright  Easter  Day  !  Dear  Easter  Day  ! 

Lord,  Thy  day  of  power,  this : 
We  praise  in  song,  in  song  we  pray, 

May  our  souls  partake  Thy  bliss. 
Jesu  Christe,  Alleluia! 


Ascension. 


"  God  is  gone  up,  with  a  merry  noise.' 


Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  pearly  gates, 
Throw  open  wide  heaven's  guarded  doors  ; 
For  He  who  triumphed  over  hell 
His  glory  and  His  grace  outpours. 

Give  way  !  give  way  !  the  Conqueror  comes  ! 
With  palms  of  vict'ry  in  His  hands: 
Greet  Him  with  shouts  of  holy  joy, 
Ye  heavenly  choirs  and  angel  bands. 

The  King  of  Peace  with  glory  comes, 
Triumphant  o'er  the  powers  of  hell; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  glist'ning  gates, 
Ye  hosts  of  heaven,  His  wonders  tell ! 

Bright  Cherubim  in  glad  array, 

And  Seraphim,  a  countless  band, 

Lead  to  the  Throne  our  risen  King, 

The  eternal  Throne  at  God's  Right  Hand. 

To  Thee,  in  gladsome  songs  of  love, 
We  lift  our  hymns  of  thankful  praise, 
O  Christ,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  God, 
In  endless  strains,  to  endless  days  ! 

99 


tDljttsun-ttde. 


"Now  there  are  diversities  of  gifts,  but  the  same  Spirit." 


Come,  Holy  Spirit !  with  Thy  wondrous  treasures  ! 

Come,  fill  our  souls  with  holy  light ; 
Thy  gifts  outpour,  with  love  that  never  measures 

Aught  but  our  needs,  in  earth's  dark  night. 

Wisdom  !  we  seek  Thee  now,  with  hearts  aglowing ; 

As  pilgrims  in  their  journey  crave 
The  springs  of  water,  in  the  desert  flowing, 

In  which  their  weary  limbs  to  lave. 

That  we  may  have  the  power  of  Understanding 

The  love  of  God  for  sinful  men : 
This  grace,  O  give  us,  and  without  demanding 

More  than  our  love  to  Thee  again. 

The  gift  of  Counsel,  now  on  us  bestowing 

In  mercy  to  our  darkened  souls ; 

To  guide  us  when  the  billows  are  o'erflowing, 

And  Jordan's  stormy  water  rolls. 
100 


WHITS  UN-  TIDE.  I  o  I 

Thy  Ghostly  Strength  be  with  us  now,  abiding 

To  aid  in  warfare  with  the  foe 
That  lurks  about  our  pathway,  hiding  ; 

Yet  luring  on  to  endless  woe. 

The  gift  of  Knowledge  be  Thou  ever  giving, 
To  lift  our  hearts  from  earth  to  Thee  ; 

That  we,  while  here,  by  godly  living, 
From  godless  joys  may  learn  to  flee. 

True  Godliness,  with  life  to  us  eternal, 

Protecting  here,  from  pit  and  snare, 
So  surely  set  by  demon  hosts  infernal, 

As  we  to  heaven  our  way  would  fare. 

Give  Holy  Fear  /  Thy  last,  best  gift  outpouring, 

O  Spirit  of  the  God  of  Might ! 
While  we  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  love  adoring, 

Will  worship  Thee,  O  God  of  Light ! 


<£omc,  §olg  Spirit 


When  lie,  the  Spirit  of  truth,  is  come,  He  will  guide  you 
into  all  truth." 

Come,  Thou  sweet  Spirit,  come  ! 

Come  with  Thy  Power  Divine ! 
Let  Thy  great  light,  so  pure,  so  blest, 

O'er  our  dark  pathway  shine  ! 

Guide  us  along  the  road 

Where  foes  so  thickly  press  ; 
Bind  up  our  wounds,  our  strength  sustain, 

Sin's  gathering  host  suppress. 

Come  to  our  fainting  hearts  ! 

Refreshing  Unction  pour  ! 
Breathe  on  our  souls  renewing  fire 

Of  Love  from  Thy  great  store. 

Spread  Thou  Thy  peaceful  wings, 

And  with  Thy  mercy  bless  ; 
From  all  offense  cleanse  Thou  our  souls, 

Clothe  us  with  righteousness. 

O  Blessed  Spirit,  come ! 

Trembling,  we  cry  to  Thee  ! 
Let  the  thick  bosses  of  Thy  shield 

Our  sure  protection  be ! 
102 


COME,    HOLY   SPIRIT.  103 

Come  !  touch  our  darkened  souls 

As  wearily  we  plod  ; 
And  with  Thy  light  lead  in  the  way 

That  ends  with  rest — in  God  ! 


Joith. 

The  evidence  of  unseen  things  ; 

That  subtle,  inward,  secret  power 
Which  bears  the  soul  on  heavenly  wings, 

Strengthened  by  practice,  every  hour. 


J^ope. 


Txat  holy  grace,  which  day  by  day 
Infuses  strength  to  do,  to  dare  : 

Which  fills  the  life,  and  leads  the  way 
Beyond  all  sorrow,  trouble,  care. 


<£t)aritt). 

The  greatest  virtue,  sweetest  bloom 

In  all  the  garden  of  the  soul. 
Filling  the  heart,  it  leaves  no  room 

For  tangle-weeds.      It  claims  the  whole. 


Cjnmn  to  tl)c  iLrinitn, 


"  There  are  three  that  bear  record  in  heaven. 


Alleluia  to  the  Father, 
Lord  of  all  the  worlds  above  ; 
God,  our  Guide  in  every  danger, 
God  of  Gods  and  God  of  Love. 

Alleluia  !  Alleluia! 
Alleluia  to  our  God  ! 

Alleluia  !  sing  to  Jesus, 
Praises  sing  to  God  the  Son  : 
Jesus,  King,  Redeemer,  Saviour, 
Sing  the  triumph  He  has  won  ! 

Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 

Alleluia  to  our  King  ! 

Alleluia  to  the  Spirit, 

Sent  of  God,  through  Christ  the  Son 

Alleluia  sing  we  ever, 

For  the  Comforter  is  come  ! 

Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 

Alleluia  to  our  Lord  ! 

Alleluia  !  praise  and  glory 

Sing  we  to  the  Triune  God  : 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  earth-born  children, 

Sing  ye  to  our  father's  God  ! 

Alleluia !  Alleluia  ! 
All  ye  nations  praise  the  Lord  ! 
104 


0*  Barnabas, 


Blessed  son  of  consolation  ! 
Worthy  thou  thy  great  renown  ; 
In  the  new  and  blest  creation 
Thou  hast  laid  thine  armor  down  ; 
Past  all  pain  and  tribulation, 
Thine  the  prize — a  martyr's  crown ! 

Strife  is  over  ;  and  contention 
Giveth  place  to  blissful  rest ; 
Brightness  gathers  at  the  mention 
Of  thy  portion  with  the  blest ; 
Angels  hear,  with  rapt  attention, 
Of  thy  coming, — welcome  guest ! 

With  the  "  noble  army  "  praising 
God's  great  bounty  to  our  race  ; 
On  that  glorious  vision  gazing, 
"  Full  of  mercy,  truth,  and  grace," 
Thou  in  rapture  full, — amazing, 
Shall  forever  see  His  Face  ! 

Thou  hast  won  the  heavenly  treasure, 

Free  from  earth's  corroding  clay ; 

Holy  joy,  and  restful  pleasure, 

In  the  star-lit,  radiant  way, 

Where  the  love  that  knows  no  measure, 

Fills  with  peace  an  endless  day  ! 

*°5 


Saint  Augustine 


Such  honor  have  all  His  saints.' 


Saint  Augustine  !  marching  onward, 
With  the  Cross  uplifted  high ; 

See  !  the  heathen  King  to  greet  thee 
Waits  with  Queen  and  nobles  nigh  : 

March  then  forward,  nothing  fearing, 
Lift  thy  banner  to  the  sky  ! 

Saint  Augustine  !   Christ's  Evangel ! 

Great  the  trust  God  gives  to  thee  ; 
Wondrous  message  thou  art  bringing 

To  the  "  Islands  of  the  Sea;" 
Message  fraught  with  greatest  blessings 

Now,  and  for  eternity  ! 

Saint  Augustine  !  lift  the  Standard  ! 

Wave  thy  banner  !  know  no  fear  ! 
Christ's  Commission  now  thou  bearest, 

Whether  men  forbear  or  hear ; 
And  the  word  thou  this  day  speakest 

Must  be  bold,  and  strong  and  clear. 
106 


SAINT  AUGUSTINE.  107 

Saint  Augustine  !  England's  Angel ! 

Speak  for  Christ  thy  Master  now ! 
Tell  the  story  of  Redemption 

Wrought  for  men  on  Calvary's  brow ; 
Speak  the  word  with  gentle  boldness, 

And  the  King  to  Christ  shall  bow. 


Saint  Augustine  !  Holy  Warrior  ! 

Thou  hast  fought  thy  battle  well ! 
Lo  !  the  King  as  "  nursing  Father  I" 

Let  the  Church  the  story  tell ! 
And  the  Queen  a  "nursing  Mother," 

As  the  Prophet  did  foretell ! 

Saint  Augustine  !  Blessed  Bishop  ! 

Fold  thine  arms  and  lay  thee  down ; 
Rest — eternal  rest — thy  portion, 

Thy  reward — the  Victor's  Crown  ! 
Light — perpetual  light — thy  glory, 

Crown  uplifted — Cross  laid  down  ! 


England  !  England  !  now  and  ever 
Cherish  God's  great  gift  to  thee: 

Tell  thy  children  of  Augustine ; 
And  their  children,  yet  to  be, 

Shall  the  great  Confessor  honor 
In  these  "  Islands  of  the  Sea  !" 


Saint  3ohn  Baptist. 


The  voice  of  one  crying  in  the  wilderness. 


Hark  !  a  voice  from  out  the  desert 
Crying  to  the  sons  of  men ; 

"Lo,  He  cometh  !     Lo,  He  cometh  1" 
Now  it  cries,  with  Prophet's  ken. 

"This  is  He  for  whom  the  nations 
Waited  long  in  hope  to  see  ; 

Now  He  cometh,  clothed  with  meekness, 
To  His  standard,  sinners,  flee  !" 

By  fair  Jordan's  holy  waters 
Lo,  the  Baptist  sternly  stands ; 

Now  the  kingdom  quickly  cometh, 
Will  ye  meet  its  loud  demands  ? 

Cast  aside  your  vain  oblation, 

Works  bring  forth  for  penance  meet ; 
Bow  before  Him,  weary-hearted, 
Cast  your  idols  at  His  feet. 
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SAINT  JOHN  BAPTIST.  109 

This  is  He,  Who  cometh  after, 

Yet  preferred  before  shall  be ; 
He,  the  latchet  of  Whose  sandals 

None  are  worthy  to  set  free. 

He  in  Whom  both  truth  and  mercy 

Linked  together  now  for  aye ; 
Come  with  blessings  for  the  weary, 

Countless  blessings  day  by  day. 

Sent  from  God,  this  blessed  message 

Beareth  he  of  Mary's  Son  ; 
Crying  in  Judea's  wildness, 

As  before  Him  he  doth  run : 

"Lo,  He  cometh  !     Lo,  He  cometh  ! 

He  of  Whom  the  Prophets  told  ; 
He  to  Whom  the  waiting  nations 

Turned  their  hopes  in  days  of  old  }u 


"Sljeotokos, 


"Mother  of  God  !"  Oh,  blessed  name  ! 
Through  all  the  ages  still  the  same ; 
Let  men  on  earth,  with  holy  love, 
Join  in  the  strain,  now  sung  above. 

"Blessed  art  thou  !"  yea,  blessed  still, 
Obedient  to  God's  holy  will; 
Though  Queen  of  all  the  saints  in  light, 
And  Virgin  pure,  with  grace  bedight. 

Hail,  Mary  !  Mother  of  our  God  ! 
Still  "  handmaid"  in  the  blest  abode 
Of  perfect  spirits,  men  made  just, 
Prophets  and  Martys,  men  who  trust 

For  final  bliss  to  thy  dear  Son, 
Who  by  His  Blood  for  them  has  won 
Eternal  rest — perpetual  light — 
And  triumphed  over  sin's  dark  night. 
no 


"  THEO TOKOS."  m 

Mother  of  God  !  we  yield  to  thee 
As  to  the  Cross  we  fain  would  flee ; 
"  All  but  adoring  love,"  and  own 
As  our  Redeemer — Mary's  Son. 

Ora  pro  nobis,  Mother  dear, 
As  o'er  the  earth  we  walk  in  fear, 
Pray  all  our  sins  may  pardoned  be, 
That  we  at  last  may  rest  with  thee  ! 


&1)C  (Soob  0l)tpl)crb. 

O  Thou  Good  Shepherd,  hear! 

In  Thy  great  love,  draw  near  ! 
See  now  Thy  wayward  flock, 

Hungry  and  torn ; 
Far  from  the  sheltering  Rock, 

Weary  and  worn. 

O  Thou  Good  Shepherd,  hear ! 
With  pity,  now  draw  near ! 
See  how  that  Wicked  One, 

Leading  astray, 
By  cunning  craft  has  won 
But  to  betray. 

O  Thou  Good  Shepherd,  hear  ! 
In  mercy,  now  come  near ! 

Back  from  the  trackless  waste, 

Lost  in  the  wold, 
Bring  us,  Thy  love  to  taste, 
Safe  in  Thy  Fold. 

O  Thou  Good  Shepherd,  hear ! 
Let  Thy  sweet  grace  be  near ! 
Grant  that  each  weary  one, 

Lost  and  beguiled, 
May  by  that  grace  be  won 
Home  from  the  wild. 
112 


THE  GOOD  SHEPHERD. 

O  Thou  Good  Shepherd,  hear ! 

With  tender  words  draw  near  ! 

We,  in  our  loving  choice, 

Haste  to  Thy  side, 
If  but  Thy  gentle  voice 
With  us  abide ! 

O  Thou  Good  Shepherd,  hear  ! 
In  our  great  need  draw  near ! 
Then,  of  Thy  bounteous  grace, 

Safe  in  Thine  arms, 
Find  we  our  resting  place, 
Free  from  alarms. 

O  Thou  Good  Shepherd,  hear  ! 
If  we  but  see  Thee  near, 
And  feel  Thy  fond  caress, 

With  gladsome  heart 
We  to  Thy  bosom  press, 
Ne'er  to  depart. 


"3 


<thc  Cross. 


As  morning  dawns  far  in  the  eastern  sky 

The  sun  with  glory  ushers  in  the  day, 

And  we  in  prayer  stretch  forth  our  hands  on  high 

What  shadow  falls  in  peace  along  our  way  ? 

The  Cross  ! 

At  noon-tide,  blazing  full  upon  the  earth 
With  light  effulgent,  pouring  forth  on  men 
Its  bounteous  blessings,  or  its  scorching  dearth ; 
Again  we  pray,  and  still — what  see  we  then  ? 

The  Cross  ! 

When  evening's  peaceful  shades  blot  out  the  day, 
And  restful  night  enfolds  the  weary  heart, 
Once  more  we  spread  abroad  our  hands  to  pray, 
And  still  we  see — it  never  will  depart ! 

The  Cross  ! 

Oh  children,  bear  your  daily  Cross  with  grace  ! 
It  comes  to  lift  your  souls  to  God  on  high, 
That,  when  you  lay  it  down  in  death,  His  Face 
On  you  may  smile,  Who  won  Redemption  by 

The  Cross  ! 


114 


&f)c  €ro00  of  3csu0, 


God  forbid  that  I  should  glory,  save  in  the  Cross  of  our  Lord 
Jesus  Christ. 


Oh  Blessed  Cross  !  thine  arms  did  bear 
The  great,  the  One  Salvation  ; 

From  thy  sweet  wood,  all  nations  share 
The  perfect,  One  Oblation. 

Oh  mighty  Cross  !   Oh  bulwark  strong, 

When  Satan's  host  assaileth  ; 
When  foes  around  our  pathway  throng, 

Thy  wondrous  power  prevaileth. 

Oh  Holy  Cross !  Oh  Cross  most  blest, 

On  thee  our  hope  dependeth  ; 
In  thy  great  shadow  is  our  rest, 

Where  grace  and  mercy  blendeth. 

Oh  Royal  Cross  !  break  forth  in  light, 
With  strength  and  peace  supernal ; 

Guide  us  through  earth's  sad  tearful  night, 
To  bliss  and  joy  eternal. 

Oh  Cross  of  Jesus,  Cross  of  woe  ; 

Oh  Cross  of  life  unending; 
Let  thy  glad  light  before  us  go, 

Our  heavenward  way  attending 

"5 


Ctght  of  tl)e  toorlo. 


Jesus  said,  I  am  the  Light  of  the  world. 


Light  of  the  world  !  out  of  the  deep  we  call ! 

Oh,  hear  our  supplicating  voice 
From  out  the  deep,  where  darkness  doth  appall 

The  heart,  that  fears  naught  else  but  Thee. 

Light  of  the  world  !  in  pity  hear  our  cry ; 

Be  not  extreme,  O  Lord,  but  hide 
What  we  have  done  amiss  in  life's  dark  way; 

For  we  Thy  wrath  can  ne'er  abide. 

Light  of  the  world  !  mercy  is  found  with  Thee ! 

For  this  we  walk  in  holy  fear ; 
Though  darkness  cover,  and  the  gloom  surround, 

We  wait  Thy  light,  our  hearts  to  cheer. 

Light  of  the  world  !  we  look  to  Thee  in  hope ; 

We  wait  in  faith  and  holy  dread ; 
Trusting  in  Thee,  whose  word  can  never  fail ; 

Oh,  hear  us,  lift  us  from  the  dead. 
116 


LIGHT   OF   THE    WORLD.  117 

Light  of  the  world  !  the  morning  watch  doth  call 
Our  souls  in  love  and  hope  to  Thee : 

Thy  light,  like  day-spring  rising  in  our  hearts, 
From  sin  and  death  can  set  us  free. 

Light  of  the  world  !  in  Thee  lay  Israel's  trust, 

Redemption  from  his  sin  to  find  ; 
But  mercy  mild,  with  healing  in  his  wings, 

Comes  from  Thy  light,  to  all  mankind. 


Penitence* 


O  Jesu  !  at  Thy  blessed  Feet 

I  lay  my  sinful,  weary  heart ; 
This  holy  refuge,  my  retreat, 

From  which  I  fain  would  ne'er  depart. 

With  throbbing  heart  and  trembling  frame 
I  bow  before  Thee,  Saviour — God  : — 

Touched  with  a  sense  of  guilt  and  shame, 
I  bow  me  down  to  kiss  Thy  rod  ! 

O  Jesu  !  Brother,  Friend,  and  Guide  ! 

Plead  for  me  at  the  Father's  Throne ; 
Hide  Thou  within  Thy  Wounded  Side 

The  sins  for  which  Thou  didst  atone. 

The  mem'ry  of  Thy  dripping  Cross, 

With  outstretched  arms  Thy  love  to  give, 

Comes  to  my  soul  in  its  dread  loss 
And  bids  me  look  to  Thee  and  live  ! 
118 


PENITENCE.  119 

Ah  me  !  and  must  I  bear  this  load, 
This  burden  great  of  countless  sins : 

And  must  I  tread  the  weary  road, 
Where  guilt  mine  ear  forever  dins  ? 

I  think  of  my  rebellious  will, 

A  grievous,  weary,  woeful  thought ; 

My  heart  is  faint; — mine  eyes  now  fill 
With  tears,  for  life  has  been  for  naught. 

Oh,  hide  me  with  Thy  Cross  of  love, 
Pardon  and  cleanse  my  sinful  soul ; 

Give  me  at  last  a  place  above, 

Where  songs  of  praise  forever  roll ! 


^bcratiott 


Blessed  is  He  that  cometh  in  the  Name  of  the  Lord. 


Jesu  !  our  Lord  and  God  ! 

We  bend  the  knee  to  Thee ! 
Adoring,  low  we  bow, 

In  faith,  Thy  Presence  see. 

Jesu  !  our  Lord  and  God  ! 

As  suppliants,  here  we  plead 
For  pardon,  grace,  and  strength ; 

Oh,  hear  us  in  our  need  ! 

Jesu  !  our  Lord  and  God  ! 

Hear  now  our  earnest  prayer  ; 
Oh,  take  our  sins  away  ! 

Give  us  Thy  love  and  care. 

Jesu  !  our  Lord  and  God  ! 

Help  Thou  our  fight  with  sin, 
Keep  Thou  our  footsteps  here, 

Wash  Thou  our  souls  within. 


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ADORATION.  121 

Jesu  !  our  Lord  and  God  ! 

Adoring,  low  we  fall ; 
All  hail !     Thou  "  Wonderful  !" 

Our  God,  our  all  in  all  ! 

Jesu  !  our  Lord  and  God  ! 

Our  star  in  earth's  dark  night, 
Guide  Thou  our  journey  through, 

And  then — Oh,  give  us  light  ! 

Jesu  !  our  Lord  and  God  ! 

Accept  our  humble  prayer ; 
Watch  o'er  our  wanderings  here, 

That  we  mav  know  Thee  there  I 


Stye  Kame  of  Jesus, 


At  the  Name  of  Jesus  every  knee  shall  bow. 


We  kneel  to  Thee,  our  dearest  Saviour  ! 

For  we  need  Thy  watchful  care ; 
We  need  Thy  love  and  Thy  protection, 

To  help  us  here  our  cross  to  bear. 

We  kneel  to  Thee,  our  dearest  Saviour  ! 

None  else  can  save  us,  Lord,  but  Thee ; 
Thine  earthly  mission  was  to  sinners, 

And  such  we  own  ourselves  to  be. 

We  kneel  to  Thee,  our  dearest  Saviour ! 

'Tis  Thy  great  love  that  bids  us  come ; 
Oh,  speak  to  us  the  words  of  comfort 

That  gave  the  sinning  thief  a  home! 

We  kneel  to  Thee,  our  dearest  Saviour ! 

Sin  brings  us  to  Thee  in  our  need : 
Oh,  loving  Shepherd  of  the  outcast, 

Hear  now  as  we  for  pardon  plead  ! 

I  22 


THE  NAME    OF  JESUS.  I23 

We  kneel  to  Thee,  our  dearest  Saviour ! 

Nor  wait  we  for  another  call ; 
For  Thou  hast  bid  us  come  when  weary, 

And  offer'd  pardon,  free  to  all. 

We  kneel  to  Thee,  our  dearest  Saviour  ! 

Naught  but  Thy  grace  can  save  us  now  ; 
Oh,  Saviour  !  hear  our  earnest  pleading, 

Hear,  as  before  Thy  cross  we  bow. 

We  kneel  to  Thee,  our  dearest  Saviour ! 

Oh,  hear  us,  pity,  and  forgive ; 
Look  on  us  with  Thine  eyes  of  mercy, 

And  bid  us  look  to  Thee  and  live  ! 


(footing  Cjymn, 


The  day  goeth  away,  the  shadows  of  the  evening  are  stretched 
out." 


Sweet  Saviour  !     Guide  of  every  day, 
Hear,  as  at  eventide  we  pray, 
That  through  the  fleeting  hours  of  night, 
Thy  watchful  love  may  be  our  light. 

Lighten  the  darkness  of  our  souls, 
As  sin  its  awful  blackness  rolls. 
And  through  the  night,  with  tender  care, 
Protect  and  save  from  every  snare. 

From  thrall  of  sin,  let  Thy  great  power 
Be  with,  and  guard  each  passing  hour ; 
From  sickness,  danger  or  alarm, 
From  lurking  foe,  from  fear  or  harm. 

O  cleanse  us,  Lord,  from  every  stain, 
Each  sinful  thought  do  thou  restrain  ; 
And  while  from  toil  we  rest  in  sleep; 
Do  Thou  our  souls  in  mercy  keep. 

Bless  us  this  night  with  sweet  repose, 
And,  as  the  shadows  round  us  close, 
May  we  reclining  on  Thy  breast, 
Find  there  the  path  to  endless  rest. 
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jForgh)enes0. 


Forgive,  and  thou  shalt  be  forgiven.' 


O  Jesu  !  Thou  the  wrath  of  man 

His  hate  and  fury  tasted : 
While  his  salvation  Thou  didst  plan 
He  to  destruction  hasted. 
Thy  Hands  he  bound, 
Thy  Head  he  crowned, 
Thy  Precious  Blood  he  wasted. 

The  scoffing  crowd  before  Thee  stood, 

The  ribald  throng  was  jesting ; 
While  hanging  on  the  cursed  wood, 
The  thorns  Thy  Brow  investing, 
The  dying  thief, 
In  all  Thy  grief, 
Was  Thy  great  pity  testing. 

Shall  I  forget,  O  Saviour  mine  ! 

How  woe  and  love  were  blended  ? 
And,  asking  mercy  such  as  Thine 

May  be  to  me  extended, 

125 


26  FORGIVENESS. 

With  angry  heart 
Refuse  my  part 
To  those  who  have  offended  ? 

Forgive  me,  Lord,  my  grievous  sins, 

Oh,  hear  my  earnest  pleading  ! 
And  as  my  prayer  Thy  pardon  wins 
Let  me,  my  duty  heeding, 
With  grateful  song 
Forgive  each  wrong 
That  is  forgiveness  needing. 

Forgive,  O  Lord  !  each  bitter  word  ; 

And  for  their  hate  give  blessing. 
Let  this,  my  prayer,  in  heaven  be  heard, 
And  I,  my  love  expressing, 
In  songs  of  praise 
My  voice  will  raise, 
Thy  mercy  great,  confessing. 


Ijgmn  for  a  Jtttsstcn. 


Ho,  every  one  that  thirsteth,  come  ye  to  the  waters.' 


Come,  drink  at  the  fountain  of  love  and  of  peace, 

Ye  weary,  wan  travellers,  come  ! 
Come,  taste  the  sweet  waters  of  mercy  and  grace, 

That  flow  from  our  Heavenly  home  ! 

'Tis  Jesus  now  bids  you, — oh,  come  at  His  call, 
Though  weary  and  worn  you  may  be ; 

His  pity  and  bounty  extend  to  you  all, 
Oh,  come  !  that  His  love  you  may  see. 

The  merciful  Saviour,  Who  died  on  the  Cross, 
With  outstretching  arms  to  the  world, 

There  opened  the  fountain  that  flows  without  loss, 
And  His  banner  of  love  unfurled. 

Come,  lay  down  the  burden  of  sin  and  of  woe, 
Though  red  and  like  crimson  it  be  ; 

The  Saviour  will  cleanse  it,  and  whiter  than  snow  ; 
His  pity  will  bid  you  go  free. 

127 


128  HYMN  FOR   A   MISSION. 

Oh,  let  not  His  sorrows  for  you  be  in  vain  ! 

Will  you  His  great  bounty  abuse  ? 
He  poured  out  His  blood  that  your  souls  He  might 
gain; 

How  can  you  such  mercy  refuse  ? 

Ho  !  come  to  the  waters  !  the  waters  so  free  ! 

Come  all  that  by  sin  are  oppressed  ! 
The  crucified  Saviour  cries,  "  Come  now  to  Me," 

"Ye  weary  ones,  come  to  My  rest !" 

Ho  !  come  to  the  waters  !  the  waters  of  light ! 

Both  Spirit  and  Bride  bid  you  come  ; 
Come,  all  who  are  burdened  with  sin's  weary  blight, 

Come,  come  to  your  Heavenly  home  ! 

Ho  1  come  to  the  waters  !  the  waters  of  life  ! 

Come,  buy  without  money  or  price  ! 
Who  drinks  at  this  fountain  shall  know  no  more  strife 

With  sin's  blackened  armor  of  vice. 

Come,  drink  at  the  fountain  of  love  and  of  peace, 

Ye  weary,  wan  travellers,  come  I 
Come,  taste  the  sweet  waters  of  mercy  and  grace, 

That  flow  from  our  Heavenly  home  1 


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And  I,  if  I  be  lifted  up,  will  draw  all  men  unto  Me." 


Thy  lifting  up  the  world  shall  draw 
O  Saviour  Christ,  with  wond'ring  awe, 
In  answer  to  Thy  loving  law, 
In  Thy  great  peace  to  rest. 

O  Saviour  !  crucified  for  me, 

With  outspread  arms  on  that  dread  tree ; 
To  Thy  embrace,  for  love  I  flee, 
In  Thy  great  peace  to  rest. 

Here,  in  Thy  bleeding,  wounded  Side, 
Where  mercy,  truth  and  love  abide, 
The  burden  of  my  soul  I  hide 
In  Thy  great  peace  to  rest. 

Amid  the  gloom  of  earth's  dark  night, 

My  heart,  oppressed  with  sin's  foul  blight, 
Turns  back  to  Thee,  the  source  of  light, 
In  Thy  great  peace  to  rest. 

Touched  by  Thy  pity,  full  and  free, 
A  sacrifice  for  sin — for  me ; 

I  bring  my  burden,  Lord,  to  Thee, 
In  Thy  great  peace  to  rest. 

129 


Chilbren 


O  Jesu,  Lord  !     Thou  art  the  Way 
Through  this  dark  world  of  sin  ; 

Our  outward  pathway  day  by  day, 
Our  light,  our  life  within. 

O  Jesu,  Lord  !     Thou  art  the  Truth, 
By  which  we  know  the  Way ! 

In  all  the  dangers  of  our  youth 
Thou  art  our  hope  and  stay. 

O  Jesu,  Lord  !     Thou  art  the  Life 

Of  every  loving  heart ; 
Keep  us,  O  Lord,  from  sin  and  strife, 

To  us  Thy  grace  impart. 

O  Jesu,  Lord  !     In  Thy  dear  Name, 

That  source  of  living  light, 
We  find  love's  best  and   brightest  flame, 

Our  guide  for  day  or  night. 

O  Jesu,  Lord  !     We  trust  in  Thee, 

Eternal  fount  of  grace ! 
And  to  Thy  Cross  in  faith  we  flee, 

To  find  our  resting-place. 
130 


Jerusalem, 


"  That  great  city,  Jerusalem. 


Jerusalem  !  Jerusalem  ! 

I  long  to  see  thy  walls, 
To  know  the  glory  of  the  home 

To  which  my  Saviour  calls. 

I  long  to  feel  the  touch  of  peace 

From  Jesu's  loving  Hand  ; 
And,  with  the  dear  ones  gone  before, 

In  thy  sweet  groves  to  stand. 

I  long  to  be  beyond  the  reach 

Of  sorrow,  and  of  sin, 
Where  Satan's  power  no  heart  can  touch, 

Nor  earthly  glories  win. 

Sweet  vision  dear,  of  holy  peace, 

My  heart  for  thee  doth  pine  ; 
My  weary  soul  cries  out  for  thee, 

My  Father's  home — and  mine  ! 

O  happy  home  !     Oh  blissful  rest ! 

O  walls  of  ageless  light ! 
For  thee,  for  thee,  my  eager  feet. 

Press  on  through  earth's  dark  night. 

131 


I32  JERUSALEM. 

Jerusalem  !  Jerusalem  ! 

I  come,  I  come  to  thee  ! 
Enclose  me  with  thy  pearly  gates, 

From  pain  and  sin  set  free. 


Sfyine  tfovtvtx. 


M  The  heavens  are  Thine,  the  earth  also  is  Thine." 


Gracious  Father,  ever  guide  me, 
Keep  my  wayward  heart  beside  thee, 
Thy  good  Angels  watch  and  lead  me, 
In  Thy  pastures  tend  and  feed  me, 

So  shall  I  be  Thine. 

Jesu,  Lord,  Thy  love  has  bought  me, 
I  with  laggard  steps  have  sought  Thee ; 
Hear  my  pleading,  Lord,  and  save  me, 
In  Thy  fountains  ever  lave  me, 

So  shall  I  be  Thine. 

Holy  Spirit,  I  implore  Thee 
As  I  worship  and  adore  Thee, 
Let  Thy  loving  strength  uphold  me 
And  Thy  gracious  wings  enfold  me, 

So  shall  I  be  Thine. 

Triune  God  !  I  now  beseech  Thee 
In  Thy  goodness,  ever  teach  me 
How  to  follow,  how  to  find  Thee, 
In  Thine  Arms  forever  bind  me. 

So  shall  I  be  Thine. 
*33 


(fi-eccpt  St  Die 


The  grain  of  wheat  must  surely  die, 
The  life  therein  in  death  must  lie 
Or  never  cometh  forth  the  fruit. 

But  from  this  death  upsprings  a  life 
Of  beauteous  vigor,  rich  and  rife 
With  full  abundance  in  the  ear. 

So  man  in  death  must  erstwhile  lie, 
Awaiting  till  the  welcome  cry  : 

"  Come  forth  !  Come  forth  to  Me  and  life  ! 

Then,  on  the  morn  of  that  glad  day 
Which  bids  him  rise  and  come  away, 
He  brings  with  joy  his  little  sheaves 

And  lays  them  at  the  Master's  feet, 
Who  only,  makes  them  fit  and  meet 
For  use  and  service  near  His  Throne. 


134 


3lbcste  fxMtz. 


From  The  Church  Magazine,  Philadelphia,  1886. 


"Churchmen  generally  will  be  interested  in  the  following  ver- 
sion of  that  grand  old  hymn  '  Adeste  FidelesJ  which  has  for  ages 
voiced  the  Church's  exultant  commemoration  of  the  Saviour's 
birth.  The  fourth,  fifth,  sixth,  seventh,  ninth,  and  tenth  stanzas 
are  additions  to  the  original,  composed  by  Rev.  H.  G.  Batter, 
son,  D.D.,  who  has  had  the  hymn  arranged  and  set  to  the  old 
music  for  a  Christmastide  Processional." 

O  come,  all  ye  faithful, 
Joyful  and  triumphant, 
O  come  ye,  O  come  ye  to  Bethlehem  ; 
Come  and  behold  Him 
Born,  the  King  of  Angels  ; 

O  come,  let  us  adore  Him, 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him, 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  Christ  the 
Lord. 

God  of  God, 
Light  of  Light, 
Lo  !  He  abhors  not  the  Virgin's  womb  ; 

*35 


I36  ADESTE  FIDELES. 

Very  God, 

Begotten,  not  created  ; 

O  co?ne,  let  us  adore  Him,  etc. 

Sing,  choirs  of  Angels, 
Sing  in  exultation, 
Sing,  all  ye  citizens  of  heaven  above : 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest,  all  glory ; 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Htm,  etc. 

Sing,  watching  Shepherds, 
Hymns  of  adoration  : 
Sing  with  the  Angels, 
Glad  songs  of  Praise. 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest,  all  glory ; 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  etc. 

Come,  wandering  Magi, 
Bend  the  knee  before  Him  ; 
Lay  down  your  treasures 
Before  your  dread  King ! 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest,  all  glory  ; 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  etc. 

O  sing  Alleluia ! 
Cherubim  and  Seraphim ; 
Fill  ye  the  starry  depths 
With  rapt'rous  praise  ! 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest,  all  glory ; 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  etc. 


ADESTE  EI  DELES. 

O  come  all  ye  people, 
Come  with  joy  and  gladness  ; 
O  come  ye,  O  come  ye  to  Bethlehem ; 
See  in  a  Manger 
The  King  of  every  Kingdom  ; 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  etc. 

Yea,  Lord,  we  greet  Thee, 
Born  for  us,  of  MARY  ; 
Jesu,  to  Thee  be  glory  given ; 
Word  of  the  Father, 
Now  in  flesh  appearing  ; 

O  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  etc. 

The  God,  God  eternal ; 

Light  from  Light  proceeding, 
Comes  in  His  meekness 

To  beasts  of  the  stall. 

Come,  bend  before  Him, 
Bring  your  Pure  Oblation  ; 

O  come,  let  ics  adore  Him,  etc. 

Hail !  God  !  Incarnate  ! 
Son  of  the  Father, 
Born  of  a  Maiden,  a  Maiden  most  pure. 
Glory  and  honor 
We  give  to  Thee  our  Saviour ; 

O  come,  let  us  adore  Hit?i, 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Him, 
O  come,  let  us  adore  Hun,  Christ  the 
Lord. 

Amen. 


137 


138  ADESTE  FIDELES. 

% 
The  Latin  version,  including  Dr.  Batterson's  additions,  is  by 
the  late  Rev.  W.  E.  Snowden,  of  blessed  memory. 

Adeste  Fideles,  laeti  triumphantes, 
Venite,  venite  in  Bethlehem, 
Natum  videte  Regem  Angelorum  ; 
Venite,  adoremus  Dominum. 

Deus  de  Deo,  Lumen  de  Lurnine, 
Eu  !  non  abhorruit  Virginus  uterum. 
Verus  est  Deus,  genitus  non  factus, 
Venite,  adoremus  Dominum. 

Chori  Angelorum  cantate,  exultantes, 
Omnes  cantate,  cives  coelorum, 
Gloria  clamantes,  in  excelsis  Deo  ; 
Venite,  adoremus  Dominum. 

Pastores  vigilantes  cantate,  adorate, 
Cum  Angelis  sonantes  hymnos  jubili, 
Gloria  clamantes,  in  excelsis  Deo. 

Venite,  adoremus  Dominum. 

» 

Adeste  atque  Magi,  Natum  adorate, 
Offerte  dona  vestra  Regis  ad  pedes, 
Gloria,  cantates,  in  excelsis  Deo  ; 
Venite,  adoremus  Dominum. 

Cherubim  et  Seraphim  cantate  Alleluia  ! 
Ccelum  et  Stellas  implete  jubilis, 
Gloria  clamantes,  in  excelsis  Deo. 
Venite,  adoremus  Dominum. 


ADESTE  FIDELES. 


J39 


Adeste  omnes  gentes,  gaudentes,  gratulantes, 
Venite,  venite  in  Bethlehem  : 
Videte  in  praesaepi  terrae  omnis  Regem  : 
Venite,  adoremus  Uominum. 

Te  Deum  salutamus  natum  de  Maria, 
Jesu,  Patris  Verbum,  sit  Tibi  gloria, 
Deus  manifestus  hominis  in  Came. 
Venite,  adoremus  Dominum. 

Deus  aeternus,  Lumen  de  Lumine, 
Partus  inter  boves  Ille  humilis  adest. 
Venite,  adorate,  offerte  dona  vestra  : 
Venite,  adoremus  Dominum. 

Ave,  Incarnate,  Patris  Unigenite, 
Nate  Mariae  purae  Virginis  : 
Gloria  et  honor  nostro  Salvatori  : 
Venite,  adoremus  Dominum. 


WANDERERS 


One  sometimes  finds  verses  taken  up  by  others,  and  so  altered 
as  to  be  almost  beyond  recognition.  Those  which  follow  have 
appeared  in  so  many  shapes  and  under  so  many  signatures,  one 
wonders  if  they  have  lost  their  identity. 

Any  one  who  may  so  desire,  is  at  liberty  to  use  any  of  my 
verses,  provided  they  make  no  alteration;  for,  as  John  Wesley 
said  of  his  own  hymns,  and  those  of  his  brother  Charles  :  "As 
they  cannot  make  them,  so  they  cannot  mend  them." 


Dear  (Shifting  presence. 


"  ///  lliy  Presence  is  fulness  of  joy. 


»  * 


Dear  guiding  Presence,  lead  us  as  we  go 

Trembling  and  fearful  through  life's  wilderness ; 

Thy  benediction  grant,  Thine  aid  bestow 
In  doubt,  temptation,  danger  and  distress. 

So  shall  our  grief  be  joy,  our  pain  be  blest, 

Our  night  be  morning,  and  our  labor  rest. 

Dear  guiding  Presence,  oft  our  pilgrim  way 
Is  strewn  with  trials  and  beset  with  snares : 

Oh,  in  our  need,  be  thou  our  strength  and  stay, 
Remove  our  dangers,  and  relieve  our  cares. 

For  leaning  ever  on  Thy  loving  breast, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  are  gently  lulled  to  rest. 

Dear  guiding  Presence,  through  the  world's  vain  joys, 

Amidst  the  turmoil  of  our  daily  life 
Be  Thou  our  refuge  from  the  heat  and  noise  ; 

Our  calm  in  tempest,  and  our  peace  in  strife ; 
For  whether  tried,  or  wearied,  or  distress'd, 
Thy  loving  Presence  giveth  light  and  rest. 

*  I  am  only  responsible  for  the  present   form  of  this   beautiful 
little  poem.     It  appeared  originally   in  England. 

143 


144  DEAR  GUIDING  PRESENCE. 

Dear  guiding  Presence,  guard  and  comfort  still, 
When  death's  grim  shadows  close  upon  our  eyes, 

Our  fears  dispel,  our  hearts  with  gladness  fill, 
And  bring  us,  joyful,  to  Thy  Paradise. 

There,  safely  sheltered  on  Thy  loving  breast, 

Our  souls  shall  dwell  in  everlasting  rest. 


0clf-0urrmbcr. 


Laid  on  Thine  Altar,  O  my  Lord  divine ! 

Accept  my  gift  this  day  for  Jesu's  sake  ; 
I  have  no  jewels  to  adorn  Thy  shrine, 

Nor  any  world-famed  sacrifice  to  make ; 

But  here  I  bring  within  my  trembling  hand, 
This  Will  of  mine,  a  thing  that  seemeth  small, 

And  only  Thou,  dear  Lord,  canst  understand, 
How  when  I  yield  Thee  this,  I  yield  mine  all. 

Hidden  therein,  thy  searching  Eye  can  see, 
Struggles  of  passion,  visions  of  delight ; 

All  that  I  have,  or  am,  or  fain  would  be, 

Deep  love,  fond  hopes,  and  longings  infinite. 

It  has  been  wet  with  tears,  and  dim  with  sighs ; 

Clinched  in  my  grasp  till  beauty  it  has  none ; 
Now  from  Thy  footstool,  where  it  vanquished  lies, 

One  prayer  ascends — O  Lord  !  Thy  will  be  done. 

Take  it,  O  Father,  ere  my  courage  fail, 

And  merge  it  so  in  Thine  own  Will,  that  e'en 

If  in  some  desperate  hour,  my  cries  prevail 

And  Thou  give  back  my  gift,  it  may  have  been 

*  This  hymn  has  appeared  in  different  parts  of  the  country  under 
various  signatures,  not  one  of  whom,  has  the  slightest  claim  to 
authorship. 

i4S 


146  SELF-SURRENDER. 

So  changed,  so  purified,  so  fair  have  grown, 
So  one  with  Thee,  so  filled  with  peace  divine, 

I  may  not  know  or  feel  it  as  my  own, 

But  gaining  back  my  will,  may  find  it  Thine. 


J|e  Caret!)  for  <£hee. 


u  God  is  our  hope  and  strength  ;  a  very  present  help  in  time  of 
trouble." 

Above  His  Throne  are  sweet  eternal  calms, 
With  strong,  glad  music  of  unending  psalms, 
And  bliss  unruffled  by  the  noise  of  strife  ; 
How  can  He  care  for  my  short,  troubled  life  ? 

Can  it  be  true  that  it  is  aught  to  Him, 
That  nights  are  long,  and  all  the  days  are  dim  ? 
Can  He  be  touched  by  all  the  grief  I  bear, 
Which  chills  the  heart  and  whitens  every  hair  ? 

And  yet  I  would  that  He  should  care  for  me, 
Here  in  the  world,  where  many  sorrows  be  ; 
Where  light  fades  out  from  every  path  I  take, 
Where  strength  is  feeble,  and  where  friends  forsake  ; 

Where  shadows  hang  above,  the  whole  day  long, 
And  I  am  bowed  with  shame  and  grief  and  wrong ; 
Wherein  I  do  no  good,  and  deeper  shade 
Of  conscious  sin,  makes  all  my  heart  afraid ; 

*  This  bit  of  verse,  has  been  "  taken  up  "  here  and  there,  and  in 
many  instances,  so  changed  as  almost  to  lose  its  oreginal  meaning. 

There  is  nothing  new  in  the  thought,  and  my  only  claim  to  it, 
is  its  present  form. 

J47 


148  HE  CAKETH  FOR   THEE. 

Where  love  and  music  once  did  sweetly  bless, 
Where  now  'tis  silence  and  all  loneliness, 
WTith  life-song  changed  to  tears  and  sobbing  prayers ; 
My  heart  cries  out   for  God,  Who  knows  and  cares. 

This  busy  world  has  far  too  much  to  do 

To  stay  its  onward  course  and  help  me  through ; 

I  cry  then  for  a  helper :  can  it  be 

That  He,  Who  made  the  worlds,  will  care  for  me  ? 

O  wondrous  story  of  a  deathless  love  ! 
Each  child  is  dear  to  that  great  Heart  above ; 
He  fights  for  me  when  I've  no  strength  to  fight, 
He  comforts  me  in  deepest  gloom  of  night. 

He  lifts  the  burden  with  His  hand  so  strong, 
He  stills  the  sigh  and  wakes  the  voice  in  song, 
And  sorrow's  burden  now  for  me  He  bears, 
And  loves  and  pardons  me  because — He  cares. 

O  sad  and  sorrowful !     Take  heart  again  ! 
We're  not  alone  in  our  dark  hours  of  pain ; 
Our  Father  sees  us  from  His  throne  above, 
And  He  will  soothe  us  with  His  boundless  love. 

He  will  not  leave  us,  though  the  storm  is  high, 
And  we  a?'c  safe,  for  HE  the  LORD  is  nigh. 
Can  that  be  trouble,  which  our    Lord  will  share  ? 
O  rest  in  peace  !    for  He  the  Lord,  will  care. 


<£l)e  ^ctpestrt)  fcOeauera 


BY    ANSON    G.    CHESTER. 


I. 

Let  us  take  to  our  hearts  a  lesson — no  lesson   can 

braver  be, 
From  the  ways  of  the  tapestry  weavers  on  the  other 

side  of  the  sea. 

Above  their  heads  the  pattern  hangs,   they  study  it 

with  care — 
The   while  their   fingers  deftly  move,  their    eyes  are 

fastened  there. 

They  tell  this  curious  thing  besides,  of  the  patient, 

plodding  weaver  ; 
He  works  on  the  wrong  side  evermore,  but  works  for 

the  right  side  ever. 

It  is   only  when  the  weaving  stops,  and  the  web  is 

loosed  and  turned, 
That  he  sees  his  real  handiwork — that  his  marvellous 

skill  is  learned. 

*  I  venture  to  add  to  these  wanderers  this  exquisite  bit  of  verse 
by  Mr.  Chester,  that  it  may  be  preserved  as  he  wrote  it. 

149 


150  THE   TAPESTRY  WEAVERS. 

Ah,  the   sight  of  its  delicate   beauty,  how  it  pays   him 

for  all  his  cost ! 
No  rarer,  daintier  work  than  his,  was  ever  done  by  the 

frost. 

Then  the  master  bringeth  him  golden  hire,  and  giveth 

him  praise  as  well, 
And  how  happy  the  heart  of  the  weaver  is,  no  tongue 

but  his  own  can  tell. 


The  years  of  man  are  the  looms  of  God,  let  down  from 

the  place  of  the  sun, 
Wherein  we  are  weaving  ever,  till  the  mystic  web  is 

done. 

Weaving  blindly,  but  weaving  surely,  each  for  himself 

his  fate ; 
We  may  not  see  how  the  right  side  looks,  we  can  only 

weave  and  wait. 

But,  looking  above  for  the  pattern,  no  weaver  hath  need 

to  fear. 
Only   let   him    look  clear  into    Heaven — the    Perfect 

Pattern  is  there. 

If   he   keeps  the  face   of  the    Saviour,  for   ever   and 

alway  in  sight, 
His  toil  shall  be  sweeter  than  honey,  his  weaving  is 

sure  to  be  right. 


THE   TAPESTRY  WEAVERS. 


IS1 


And  when  the  work  is  ended,  and  the  web  is  turned 

and  shown, 
He  shall  hear  the  voice  of  the  Master,  it  shall  say  to 

him,  "  Well  done  !  " 

And  the  white-winged  angels  of  Heaven,  to  bear  him 

thence,  shall  come  down  : 
And  God  shall  give  him  gold  for  his  hire — not  coin, 

but  a  glowing  crown  ! 


